Every part of my body was screaming give up. My brain was tired and hand was sore. But I had to finish this. I had too. My hand started cramping and if there was a sign telling me to stop, it would have been the fact that my pencil point just broken. Well, shizzle. I guess I'll continue tomorrow. Fat chance. I was in the moment even if that moment was 3am. She was dancing , my character, right of the page. i could see her moving and out of the clouds, half coloured in. Her watercoloured dress swaying ever so gently.
