Classes loom! I've been trying to think of things that I would enjoy working on for a semester (!).
Then something about the sleepwalking kid made me want to draw him again. I think it was the jammies.
And this stuff started happening. A kid who never really stops hoping that his teddy comes to life. In the end, it doesn't. What kind of a sad story is that?
So I'm still thinking. I might be on to something - I'll let you know once I have it more fleshed out! :)