[ He breathes out in a rush, smiling and then blinking. Smiling again when the face hasn't gone anywhere. He scrubs at his own face. ] I can't— [ Draw with a pencil, nevermind a Bowie knife.
He thinks of carving out an alarm clock, reconsiders. Painstakingly, William scratches some small jagged-edged clouds leading to one large cloud above the sleeper's head. What are they dreaming about? ]
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He thinks of carving out an alarm clock, reconsiders. Painstakingly, William scratches some small jagged-edged clouds leading to one large cloud above the sleeper's head. What are they dreaming about? ]