The Little Ones

I used to have these weird experiences as a child. Maybe we have all had them. I haven’t confirmed, but have you?

I would be sat in thought, usually in a closet, or gazing into the off-white walls of my room, and my mind would go somewhere; spiral down a mysterious rabbit hole into what I can only describe as the cosmos. And then as if someone had snapped their figures, I would forget everything (but not the feeling) and be express-couri...