Last night

Last night, I was drawing something with my new pencil on a memo board.
It was a white and cold memo board and I had a black pencil.
The memo board was on the ground and when I started to draw something it became a guy.
A black guy on the white memo board, when the drawing was finished I looked at it.
I was really impressed of my work because it really looked like someone.
I kept looking at it and I had no idea who it should be.
Because he doesn’t exist I couldn’t see the drawing anymore.
I took a tissue with some nail polish remover (that was the best cleaning product in my room) and made the memo board white again, it was like there never was a drawing.
When it was white and shiny I grabbed the memo board.
I felt the cold memo board on my body, I saw myself in it and I kept looking at it.
Should I draw myself? No, it was time to sleep, my parents were sleeping already.
I brushed my teeths and went to sleep.
End of a part from the life of a young artist .