Surreal

Lucien’s POV

The clock chimed above my head reminding me that it was noon. I ought to be out there with a friend but something came up so I had no choice but to remain at home.

For more than forty minutes now, I had been alternating my gaze from the door to the wall since I was bored.

The more time I spent staring, the more I became irritated and annoyed at nothing in particular.

Suddenly, I rose from my bed then made quick strides to my study table.

I grabbed my pencils then turned towards the adjoining room which I called my workshop since that was where I engage myself in art work.

This has been a childhood hobby and I might make it a profession.

I had nothing in mind to recreate, so I was just scribbling random lines on the drawing board.

Suddenly, my mind went to Olivia.

Smirking, I gripped my pencil then began to sculpt her face just like I visualized it in my head.

I was so engrossed in this that I didn't know when mother knocked,because knocking was her habit; entered my room