I dreamt that I was drawing my beloved’s face with a soft pencil. We were separated, and so I drew from memory. I focused on her eyes, eyebrows, nose, and cheeks. That was she for me. I remember drawing on the same piece of rough paper, but going over the same features many times in quick succession. As I went, her face gradually came to life. And it kept changing over and over again. The goal was not to make a good drawing, but to get closer to her through drawing. The act of drawing was all I was after as I peered into her eyes. I went faster and faster. By and by, the drawing got crisscrossed by ever more lines. It also got mustier as the graphite smudged under my hands. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt relieved that my beloved was sleeping by my side. I managed to draw her to life, as it were.