“What do you mean, you’re stuck in here cause of me?” she asked, infinitely curious.
Every single emotion was genuine.She really didn’t know.Things weren’t so simple anymore.Whatever he had been convinced of, was no longer the case.
How could he explain that she wasn’t real?
He decided not to. Stuck here, perhaps she was supposed to be here.
She could be his muse.
He went back inside, and sat at a table with the others.She sat across him, got some papers and began to draw.
He began,
“The past, the present or the future, lines blurred by our own ignorance, our fear, our view is limited and yet we desire to transcend our limitations.My visions hound me, and as I’ve written, our true potential as species, is still unrealized…”
“Look, nice, huh?”
She handed him a piece of paper, a portrait of him, in graphite, in perfect detail.
“Mr.Noble, excellent work” said the nurse that happened to walk by.
In his hands, his portrait, his work gone. Perhaps stolen away by the beautiful girl who now possessed his mind.