Jesse took a deep breath, and adjusted the pencil just slightly. They were in perfect order now.

Her paper was square with the corners of her desk.

Her eraser had been kneaded and worked until it was pale again, a perfect sphere, in the top right corner of her desk.

And the sketch paper was still white and rough and pristine. Nothing was on it.

The dragon and clouds and castle were in her head, but to get them on the paper, she’d have to break all the perfect alignments.

Over.

And over.

And over.

She sighed. Sometimes, her compulsions really sucked.