HarperCollins, 2002

Illustrated by David Axtell

     "It's six o'clock. Sam licks my face. I wake and rub, my eyes. 'What is it, Sam?'
     The air is silent and the room is full of soft, blue light.
      Suddenly I understand..."

     Another picture book text which grew out of a childhood memory of mine. This one in fact.
      You can find out more about David Axtell and his work here.