Rab shivers awake, feeling thin and pale on white. She strokes her long soft ears, twitches her nose and looks up, suddenly #arrested by a gaze. Whose eyes are those? She watches a quill dip, tap, and come down close to describe her soft warm bed, and sleep draws her in
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Sleep wakes in the night, yawns a stretch, always too restless to fall, and always so tired. He climbs from his bed, and slumps at his writing desk. The boy lights a candle, dips his quill in #blue ink, and slowly and beautifully, draws her out in letters on white paper
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Rab looks up from her bed at the boy with the blue quill writing her in blue ink on white sheets. His eyes burn with candlelit flame. She wonders who he is, as she is drawn from a Sleep, realising he wants her to go where he cannot, out into the night, into the #street
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