NarationNarration: He walks down the stairs boringly like children do.
Still looking at things like they are new. In fact, he is recording everything around him, for they will form who he will be.

Thought: But how can I say it?

Narration: Wouldn’t it sound strange, that sometimes when he closed his eyes, reality and imagination would entangle right in front of him. The experience was so intense that he lost the sense of space…orspace… Or something like that.

Was it perhaps because he was still part of another world, from a long time ago? Or was his consciousness operating on a different level?

Thought: Sometimes, when I close my eyes, it is like things are getting big around me.

Narration: The proportions of the physical space became bizarre, objects felt bigger or the space itself tightened.

Thought: Or my head gets smaller. But it feels all real… And I am awake!

Narration: Sometimes he would feel so unbalanced that eventually he got dizzy.

Thought: And to whom can I explain it?

Narration: At the time, he wasn’t able to put it into words or come up with a theory.
He decided to not say what he cannot and what will not be understood. He’ll wait until the time he is a grown-up and has almost forgotten how it felt. The same way all people, who he didn’t attempt to explain it to, did.

Narration: He takes the last steps of the baseball stadium to his row, still boringly but jumpily .

Thought: It doesn’t matter anyway .

Narration: He will think about it later…