"No, no, no! That's not right at all!"
You've been trying all evening to do your homework for Art class, but aren't having much luck. You crumple up your latest disaster and throw it in the wastebasket, then sit and think about what you're trying to draw. The castle should be dark, gloomy. There should be a storm brewing in the skies overhead. The drawbridge should be extended over a moat filled with dark water.
You look down at your sketchbook. Okay. The drawbridge will be here- you make a light outline- and the castle spires will be here and here- you draw some light lines to mark the spot. I could maybe draw a couple guards on either side of the doorway-you lightly sketch a couple of stick figures....
"Nice drawing!"
You turn towards the voice. Your mom is looking over your shoulder at the blank page.
"What do you mean, mom? I haven't drawn anything but a few guidelines."
Your mom looks at you strangely. "Huh? That drawing's nearly finished! All it needs is some more details in a few spots."
Confused, you turn to look at your mom. "You can see a picture on this paper?"
"Yeah. It's all kinda dark and gloomy. There are storm clouds overhead, and there's a castle with a moat and drawbridge down towards the middle and bottom of the page."
She described what you were going to draw perfectly! Now you're curious.
"What do you think about this drawing, mom?"
You flip your notebook open to another blank page. You imagine a picture of a little boy holding a red balloon.
"Hmm.... it's not a bad start. The little boy could use a few more details, and the picture needs a background. Keep working on it." She's seeing what I'm imagining! you realize. Does it only work on pictures, or....
"Hey, mom. I scraped my elbow in Gym class today."
You imagine a slight scrape on your left elbow. You hold it up to show her. She squints.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. It'll heal quick. Your father won't be home from his business trip until tomorrow, so it's just you and me tonight, kiddo. Dinner's in about 5 minutes, so go wash your hands."
You wash your hands, then go eat dinner with your mom. As you eat, she suddenly points at your arm.
"Your scrape's gone! I thought it would heal fast, but I didn't expect it to go away THAT quickly!"
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