The boy sat on the blanket box which was underneath the window. He turned his head and looked at me. I saw then that he was a down syndrome child.
He smiled at me and I smiled back.
The room felt safe. Warm and comfortable.
I lay back down and pulled the covers up and over my shoulder. My eyes closed and I fell asleep. Safe.
No. This isn’t the start of a novel. What you have just read is fact. It happened to me when I was 21.
Something woke me and that’s when I saw him. I felt no fear, in fact I felt safer for seeing him. I never saw him again.
I know we exist in a world full of spirits. I have done since birth. I can feel them surrounding us, touching and reaching out to us.
Some are spirits who are lost and who…
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