Sleep as a Hobby

I went to an art fair which was more like a competition between two people; comparing who creates better and faster arts in restricted time. I need to make 3-4 pieces of arts in one theme with restricted materials; paint, pastels, crayons, few fabrics and markers. It was a long, time consuming fair that bored everyone except competitors; me and a lady dressed in a white one-piece outfit.
The lady had a theme of Cinderella and I had Snow White. I quickly had a glimpse of her painting. She’s painting a scene where Cinderella is wearing a passionate red dress, dancing the tango with a prince with manly mustache. She was blossoming white foam like frill dress from her milky hands; decorating her inner skirt, like a seductive rose.

Hey, wake up~

How did he even sense me? This blind old man seems to have a superpower.
There is a unique system in this fair called Helper. They are an adviser, watcher, supervisor and helper for artist who will assist beside till the end of the competition. Helper over there looks a bit clumsy, but is a ‘normal’ person; carefully advising, where as mine is a blind old man. I do not have anything against blind people, but… a blind helper in an ‘art fair’?

Wait… … maybe he’s Jedi Master… …

I have two more pieces to go, but not enough time. The lady has only one more to go… I’m in hurry. At this point I need someone to finish this. So I asked him for help.

He snorted with squinting eyes, and said.

You do it.