On this night, sleep is in want of accoutrements to buy its acquiescence. At best, though, it is cumulative and marked by awakenings in cold sparkles of pain. Sensing a summons, the somnolent cat comes, lends its warmth and the balm of its lullaby purr. Art by u/tuftofcare (Reddit user)

What I would withhold from you is twice withheld within my selves, for the soul’s captain, unwilling, must drag along the unruly beast that licks itself and revels in its hideousness. [Art by Allan Swart]