How would it feel like?

"Almost done! Just a little touch-up!" A focused Travis hissed as his slim fingers made shades of lines on a portrait he had been drawing.

He carefully made a four with his legs that were nervously trembling as he traced his pencil on the portrait— afraid that he'd make a mistake. He stopped for a brief moment and went on to take a sip of orange juice.

"And-d-d…done!" He expressed happily while exhaling deep breaths of relief. His eyes that were glowing with glee averted themselves from the portrait, towards a void of blackness that was decorated by birthstone-blue stars in the shapes of pentagrams.

He admiringly stared at the breathtaking stars that were twinkling at him like little pulses of light. All stars were victoriously flashing and flickering like bejewelled grains of sand, allowed to sparkle in silence.

Sensing as relief trailed down in the deepest parts of his system, Travis released a loud, sonorous sigh that for some reason made him throw out peals of giggles. His eye