That... helped a bit, actually. At least with figuring out how the dog was alive. the way she'd been drawing and wish she could breath the same sort of life into the dog that she had seen in it's eyes the first time.
Just think backwards. Will it to not be so alive. Maybe asleep? Or resting? She took a deep breath and focused. Trying to imagine the dog returning to being a drawing. A being at rest and all lines and edges and graphite. She took a deep breath.
It seemed to take forever, but finally something happened. She felt it prickling at her skin, the way the dog shifted and moved until it was at her book again. Then it was on her book. In her book.
And there it was. Her drawing back to being nothing but a drawing.
"Dios mio. I've been drugged, haven't I? I'm hallucinating right now." That was the only possibility. It was more real to her than believing she was one of the supernaturals she had heard so much about.
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Just think backwards. Will it to not be so alive. Maybe asleep? Or resting? She took a deep breath and focused. Trying to imagine the dog returning to being a drawing. A being at rest and all lines and edges and graphite. She took a deep breath.
It seemed to take forever, but finally something happened. She felt it prickling at her skin, the way the dog shifted and moved until it was at her book again. Then it was on her book. In her book.
And there it was. Her drawing back to being nothing but a drawing.
"Dios mio. I've been drugged, haven't I? I'm hallucinating right now." That was the only possibility. It was more real to her than believing she was one of the supernaturals she had heard so much about.