I’m tired when I get in, but not sleepy. I sit in the coziest corner of the couch and open the book – the steady scratch of pencils – color slowly filling the pages – is relaxing… but it does not put me to sleep. Continue reading “Up all night”
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I’m tired when I get in, but not sleepy. I sit in the coziest corner of the couch and open the book – the steady scratch of pencils – color slowly filling the pages – is relaxing… but it does not put me to sleep. Continue reading “Up all night”