On the way. Drawing Luke Hockley.
A couple of restless nights.
Sleep becomes a mystery.
Where is it hiding?
What should I whisper to bring it out from under the covers.
Such a trial as it hides away.
Such a joy when it comes to play.
I hope my sleep is on the way.
Luke.
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