As a writer, I know how the writing spell can come over you. That's when the magic happens. I imagine it's similar for an artist, or any other creative type who's in the groove, so to speak. That idea is what inspired the following drabble.
Stella’s hand ghosted over the blank sheet, leaving faint lines of graphite in its wake. She savored the curves and planes as they flowed from her fingers. Her heart poured onto the paper as she worked, attempting the nearly impossible goal of capturing a moment . . .
“Justin, stop twitching!” Stella cried. The sudden movement from her model spoiled the artistic trance she’d been enjoying. Now there was a nasty smudge on her masterpiece.
“I had an itch!” he retorted. “I’m human! If you’re not going to allow me to have human shortcomings, I’m not going to let you sketch me anymore.”