Sis half asleep

July 18, 2011. I arrived home and was greeted by this sight: my sister, a young lady of 17, was lying on the couch, resting her arm on a cushion, having brought a sheet from her bedroom to cover herself up. "That would be perfect for a drawing," I thought, "but she'll never let me do it" so I stood there, in the doorway, a full 15 minutes memorizing every line, curve, and wrinkle, so that I'd be able to plot it on paper as son as I got away.

Apparently, she woke up and realized what I was doing, because she got up and left before I could memorize what her neck looked like

Number 2 pencil on recycled paper (that's why there's a semitransparent 9 there)