I sit at my desk; waiting for it to click. The inspiration. The rush of energy to my hands. The-

Snap!

"I got it!" I exclaim as I begin to pull out my materials for my project from underneath my desk. The scissors, the thread, the needle, and the sewing machine. All pieces to a something beautiful.

I look at the equipment on my desk and nod in approval. I then go in my room and grab an old shirts that I used to wear. Some from school, some that show my personality, and some that bring me memories of good times. But in the end they will be made into something stunning.

I sort through the shirts to make sure that I wanted to use them and when I am sure I go and grab a old lime green blanket. It has been in the closet for several year after it has stood the test of time. It has been there to warm me in winter, been there to sooth me to health when I'm sick, and been there to put me to sleep after long nights of studying. But in the end it will make something splendid.

I check the blanket for any holes or something that needs to be sown. But, none is needed. For it fine the way it is. And with everything in order, my word begins. Hours of careful cutting as I slice the design out of the shirt, godly precision as the sewing machine works its magic on the masterpiece, the final touches with the needle as it pulls all the pieces together.

But in the end I will make something that no one has ever seen, something no one can recreate, something so original it can never be thought up again.