Another paper rolled into a ball and thrown in the air. The room was full of it. She started with another plain paper, tried sketching an unknown object. There were no colours, just shades of black and grey. Every time she was half way done, she rolled it into a ball and slung it in the air. People said she loved doing that. Throwing things. After a while she stopped, smiled and settled down on the floor with legs folded. Her hand stained black and still smiling. Was she finally done?

Her last smile faded away with her last breathe. Paper balls unfolded and precious art took the world by storm. Famous after death. Mental asylum is a funny place after all!