I felt cold sweat trail down my naked back as I used my fingers to spread the charcoal on the paper I worked on. Picking up a charcoal stick, I added curves and lines on my drawing to give a part of it more definition while hiding other parts in shadow through smearing. As I let the need to create something out of nothing take over, I allowed my mind to wander. Not surprisingly, I thought of Phil.
Stopping for a while, my eyes wandered to the shirt I unkindly tossed in a corner earlier.