Sketch #015 Interlude 

After 24 hours without sleep I read a bedtime story to Winnie. About halfway the page she pokes me in the side and asked me indignanty what this last part with the police chase had to do with the story. I realise my dream took over, our bed is a car and we can go anywhere.

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