So Saturdays are slow at work for me. As such it provides a great opportunity for me to draw. Here's a sketch I did this morning:
The Fleeting Fragrance of a Forgotten Dream
I stumble through the cobwebs of obscurity, my consciousness not yet aware. The sweet fragrance of happiness flows across my lips. I am as my mind's eye has always seen me--radiant, beautiful, happy. I durst not open my eyes, lest the thieves of morning take this moment of peace.