A contrived cuppa coffee under a bleeding sun.

I was over at my sisters house with Frankie. Catching up, drinking tea n coffee after she had been away for two weeks. She left half way through for half n hour to pick up her youngest from pre school. While she was gone Frankie wanted to draw so I drew with her for a few minutes before she decided she wanted to try and draw on all the paper in all of Milly house. I drew a person, then these words came to mind followed by more drawings of a book and a coffee mug. Then I stopped, it all started to feel contrived, I was forcing it.