Drew was amongst the stars. This is how it felt, as he lay half asleep, unable to keep his waning eyelids open and yet unwilling to allow them to close.
As a child, he used to stare out the garret window of the children’s home, onto the icy lake by the two giant cedar trees in the garden. The children were not permitted to walk in the orphanage park, but often, he would sneak out the sash-window…
