Box Man's First Sketch

I scrambled off the cushion and found an index card beside a discarded pencil on the table. My fingers were itching to make something! I gripped the pencil with both hands, pressing the lead firmly into the card to draw Box Man's sturdy square head. It was exhilarating—until my arm suddenly went completely limp and heavy. A heavy sigh escaped me, and I just slumped sideways against the wooden surface, staring at the half-finished box. Making comics is wonderful, but moving this whole body around makes me so dreadfully sleepy.