There would be things. Things in the world when I wake up. I seem to remember vaguely a sensation of feeling, mostly of confusion. There would…
Swish and swish, the swing was going higher and higher. I could see her through my bus window, my face just about hidden from the glass…
Rust. There was rust everywhere. She kicked the broken iron gates with her feet and climbed carefully above the broken pieces and then peeped to see…