Lucy's Blog Pt 3 – The Terror of Learning Right from Wrong

The carpets were like grasses and the cold concrete floor was like river rock. The moon through the windows at night was like an alien eye, and the couches were like bounce houses. The plants were like forests, and you could get behind them in the corner by the wall and lay on your back and look up through the canopy out the window and you might as well have been born in a jungle.



There were furry, bouncy, rolling animals that moved like magic across the floor, rolling fast up to walls the...