Raised & Returned

Toot-toot, all aboard the train of thought. Take a seat as it leaves the station, let’s see where it’s going to go.

There was a tiny terrorist in my bedroom the other night, whining in my ear each time I started to drift away to dreamland. Thankfully, the siege didn’t last long, either because I successfully whacked it, or it wandered elsewhere. But in the morning I remembered it, and that led me...