I sit down.

I ponder.

I pick up the pen.

I draw.

I see the lines appear.

The lines slowly form themselves into shapes.

I get excited.

The shapes begin to form into creatures.

My body temperature slowly rises.

Large details are correctly placed.

I begin to sweat.

My palms start to burn as I add in little details.

Smudging here, erasing there, forming something.

I bite my lip, step back and stare.