I was planning to draw some pictures today, but I couldn’t.
A sheet of white paper was on the table, staring at me and complained,
“What’re you waiting for?”
“You alreday decided what you would draw, and you have enough tools for it,
paper(me!), pencils, pens…
You only need to take a pencil and start to make a line!”
“Hey! Are you going to the bathroom again?”
“What? You’re thirsty and need a glass of water? duh!”
“Wha…! Where are you going?”
“Bed? You said that?”
“Are you serious?”
“Tomorrow? Are you sure you can start tomorrow? You haven’t done it all these weeks and still you believe yourself that you can begin drawing tomorrow?”
All I could say was
I’m sorry, but I’ll try my best to draw tomorrow. At leaset I’ll try to.
So, please, permit me to go to futon now.
I’m really, really sleepy.
“Can you say when you are NOT sleepy in a day?” asked the paper.
I can’t answer.
“All right. I hate to wast of time. You go to futon now and get a good sleep.
But don’t forget you promise to start tomorrow.”
“And finish three pictures tomorrow.”
What? Three? No way!
“I told you alreday. Three. Are we deal?”
The paper got whiter and whiter, and because of the reflection of the light, it shines too bright to see.
No words came out of my mouth, I only nodd to show it “yes.”
But it was not enought for the paper, and it repeated rather loudly this time,
“ARE WE DEAL?”
Deal… I murmurd.
The white paper grinned and it scared me.
I turned on the paper on the table, but…
the other side was much whiter and bright light hit my eyes.
“I,,I really promise! So please take a rest for a while!”
I shouted and ran upstairs, into my room and slam the door.
Oh, what the hell is that?
Only I could figure was “I am going to draw three pictures tomorrow.”