Alby won’t sleep.

 Alby won’t sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Alby won’t sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Alby won’t sleep.

His little eyes drifting, teetering on the edge…then alert!

Fidgeting to wake himself up.

Wanting and not wanting sleep.

I know that place so very well.

Sleep is a miracle when it comes easily and a mystery when it doesn't.

Love

Luke

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