Okay. So there is this book I used to read when I was a kid. Back when you would read books over and over, visiting different characters again and again.
It was fantasy maybe. It was definitely weird. This kid went to a dream world where words and literary concepts had a life of there own. In the dream world there was a land called the Doldrums and it was just that.
It was a rainy day, they were lying in bed and looking at the window, droplets chasing each other down the glass. There was an atmosphere in the room, the walls were grey and there was nothing to entertain them, nothing good on TV or the radio, neither of which they used in any case. This was a time that they shared where nothing was in either of their heads, not a thought.
