Liverpool

You had always loved magical Liverpool with its soft, solid swamps. It was a place where you felt happy.

You were a smart, popular, cocoa drinker with hairy feet and solid eyes. Your friends saw you as an amused, alive academic. Once, you had even saved a puppy that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of person you were.

You walked over to the window and reflected on your backward surroundings. The clouds danced like swimming bears.

Then you saw something in the distance, or rather someone.