"Sleep was tugging at his mind, pulling him from the scary thing his happy world had turned into. Mama would be there when he awoke, and so would Papa. This was just a horrible nightmare that would end when he would wake in his room, nestled into the thick quilts on his comfy bed..."
I donno if I like my colouring job. I think I may retry sometime soon
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