“Ziggy couldn’t remember the moment that they actually fell asleep. Even though it had seemed so far off and distant to them, at some point, whilst still checking their room for shadows, Ziggy had nodded off.
What they remembered was what woke them: the distinct and piercing hoot of an owl, that was coming from right next to them.”
An ode to the almighty ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ - I’ve always loved the illustrations of Max’s bedroom morphing into a forest - this is a story about parental separation and finding a new shape to your family.