Heather woke up in the middle of the night. She looked at the closet, rubbed her eyes, and went back to sleep. Everything felt all snuggly, safe, and sound knowing the little man in the closet was only a dream.
The little purple man in the closet sighed with relief. he'd made it one more night without being discovered for real.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 9" x 6"
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