It was a typical artists table

Unpolished with splashes of paint

There was also a dry breakfast

And a coffee waiting for me

As I was facing a long journey

On the bare and dusty wall

Was an unfinished sketch of Anaïs

I had not seen my sister for over a year

So I carefully removed Anaïs from the wall

And carefully hid her in my overnight bag

She was going to travel with me

Whether she liked it or not