SPATIAL

It seems some people are lucky (maybe they wouldn't agree with this term) enough to go through life on an unusual, possibly unconventional path.
As though an invisible current is taking them to where they need to be, with hardly any input required from them. It makes me happy when I see these people.

Here's something I had in my mind earlier.

There was a teacup in the corner of the room, on the floor. There were no cornices between the wall and the floor. The walls were a greyish white with scuff marks near the corner where the two walls joined, and there was light coming from the left.
It turned out to be a window on the left wall of the corner, quite far down, it had a sill and although I'd imagined there to be a curtain blowing in the wind, there wasn't.
Just a sunset level of light coming through, beaming onto the wall.

The floor was a medium brown wood, slats about 2cm wide. Quite smooth. The teacup was sitting evenly in the corner. It had a cupped base and was quite delicate looking with flowers painted around the outer lip edge.

You were lying there on your stomach facing the teacup, you seemed to be male. Your right leg was up at the knee and your head resting on your raised palms, gazing down into the teacup. I'm not sure where the door was at that point. But nontheless, you were staring into the teacup. You saw dried, sticky dark coffee at the bottom, less than a millimeter deep. There was a grain of rice, standing vertically in the coffee. At first you wondered how it could be standing like that, what was supporting it? Then you noted, it had dried into the sticky coffee that was keeping it up, like glue. Then you realized, how could it have been standing vertically until the coffee hardened enough to support it.
This perplexed you. Suddenly I realize that the tecup was never directly on the floor, it was actually sitting on a slightly rectangular piece of black/dark green flower arranging foam. Its edges were like the edges of water in a glass. The foam was damp and moved funny if you pressed on it.

You too realized the foam beneath the teacup. You lifted the teacup off the foam and put it aside to the right. You began to look at the corner, you followed the corner from the floor all the way up with your eyes. Now, the ceilings seemed high but you couldnt tell whether it was because you were looking at it from so low down, or if it simply was high. When you followed the corner with your eyes to the top you found the ceiling to disappear, if you looked slightly to the side you could see the ceiling, but if you just followed the corner it always disappeared, every single time. You decided to leave that problem for now.

You looked back to the teacup on the right, it seemed to have been filled with something. I now realize that the door is in the opposite corner to the one you're staring at, not right on the corner but on the wall opposite to the one without a window.
The something in the cup looked to be fluid, very smooth, quite dark. Initially you thought it was coffee. You looked to the foam that had earlier been beneath the teacup, it wasn't there. You realized it was the foam somehow melted in the teacup, that was the fluid inside it. And the grain of rice was now lying horizontally in the corner of the room. Without thinking you picked it up, and dropped it into the foam fluid in the teacup.

Suddenly it occured to you what you had just done. This must be how the rice got to be where it was when you first saw it. The only question was, where had the rest of the fluid gone and how, when you had come across it. You left this thought for a moment and followed the corner of the wasll up with your eyes, the ceiling had dissapeared again but this time you followed it back down, and as you did everything following began to disappear too. Everywhere you looked, it disappeared. You looked over to where I told you the door was, it had been open the whole time, but with your glance it slammed suddenly.

And you find yourself again with a teacup with a grain of rice embedded at the bottom, evening sunlight beaming over you.
You didn't notice what had happened, though I did. I got up from the adjacent corner and walked out.