Still in my arms after we made love this morning, she told me she had seen a geometric image while we were making love last night. Without a word, I got up from the bed, walked to my study, and brought her a pen and a notebook. She plopped herself on her belly and started to draw. As it turned out, she had seen an entoptic form. The lines were black on a beige surface, and it looked very much like one of my paintings. However, I have not seen it ever before. Soon it will be perched among my paintings, too.