Her fingers flew across the notebook, scribbling down lines. Thick gashes of lead striking light wisps of shading. Her hand raced up and down, smudging the filaments across the paper, but she didn't notice; she was possessed. An inner fire burned and consumed her mind. Her hot head lolled inches above the paper as she hit the drawing again and again with her pencil, chopping details into the page with as much force as a logger felling a tree. The sun had long fallen, and the moon hid behind clouds. From the wet pavement, an eerie glow reflected into her room, illuminating her silhouette to people passing by, if anyone would. The world slept s