As he lay in the semi lit room, he lay near thoughtless gazing not into but through the heater. While it hummed and gave off it's litlee bit of heat, the wind outside howeled and beat against the cottage .
He traced his fingers over the freshly drawn art that he now carries with him. The dark swirls helping calm a troubled mind.
Sleep. He must have it, or it will consume him...
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