Have you ever been in the middle of doing something you shouldn’t have been doing and felt as if someone was watching you? And did you have the sensation which told you they weren’t only watching you but watching you from nearby?
Like that day you were drawing a picture of your teacher. The teacher was lecturing long and pacing while doing it.
You were intent on capturing the precise detail of your art. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the picture, it was that good.
The pacing teacher was loud and long-winded. Then suddenly quiet.
“I love how you brought out my eyes.”
Standing behind you was the very focus of the caricature, assessing it generously. Even though you were redeemed by the compliment, you were still caught. You wanted to shrivel up on the spot. You wanted to disappear.
Some wise fingers, your fingers, slid the drawing slowly, silently, under some other papers. The pencil remained frozen between your fingers. Your eyes stayed down, afraid to find anyone else’s eyes.
The sinking feeling went away, of course. Class ended, and eventually so did the shame. You recovered. And days later, when you went through your papers you found the drawing.
It made you laugh so hard you thought you’d die.