Evening in the city, in the graphite-lullaby, each vivid hue collects their boarding pass for the land of dreams. How can I leave when my hopeless dream is the warmth of your loving arms? 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝟑-𝟕 #1 in harold #1 in harryxreader