Martin's eyes opened heavily as the first beads of sunlight glinted through the
window like a Gody revelation, illuminating the chubby patchwork face of the smirking
teddy bear which lay beside him.
He turned over only half awake to see his best friend Sarah; battling a similar
bout of semi sleep, on the other side of the room; the pair waking from a strange dream
simultaneously.
Exactly what he had dreamed about he could not quite recall, or indeed if he
had been dreaming at all.
It was almost as if a whole life had gone by; as if this was the first day of a new
existence. As if all this had been willed into being by a force greater than reality; an
emotional bond stronger than dream or even existence itself, whatever that was.
It was a chance to start again with things the way they should have been all
along.
He turned again onto his front and spluttered into a mop like mushroom of hair
which mum had promised to cut to save him from both choking himself to death and
from endless ridicule at school when the holidays came to a premature end.
He shouldn't have been contemplating such deep philosophical issues; kids
should concern themselves with more immediate things.
It is said that the perfect mind is the childlike mind; the original mind. One
which does not grasp at things or differentiate between them. One which is honest and
compassionate; pure and innocent.
Perhaps children even posses abilities we do not; intuition, foresight; perhaps
even telekinesis. Magical powers gained only by the most advanced spiritual
practitioners who in becoming experts become beginners; children once more. It is said
that the child's mind accurately perceives reality as it is rather than how we would wish
it or fear it to be.
But one thing was undeniable; that children have vivid imaginations.
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