Lost (in thoughts)
It was short. It didn’t explain much. As far as I could say, it was a minute read. That’s the worst trait of it—short. It fit in my mind so perfectly. Little things shouldn’t occupy much space but sometimes little things expand—like those little pearls you could buy in stores. You soak them in water and they sort of grow. That notebook was just like it. As it slowly sank in, it expanded in my mind.