I want to tell you a story. Its a story I've never told anybody.
It isn't very long. And it isn't very meaningful. But I love it. So its really special to me. And its just been in my head for so long and I've kept it so so very secret that its almost hard to bring myself to even discuss this it with you.
He takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes, as if about to begin.
No. This doesn't feel right. This is far too rushed. I just figured since I've known you so long that I could just turn the faucet in my head and the whole story would come pouring out. But I really need to preface this. Its just been in my head for so long that sharing it so quickly would almost rob it of gravity. Like my story would lose weight because you weren't ready for it.
He pauses again, composing the preface in his mind.
Okay. So it started as an idea. A kind of "What if" that I just founded upon one day in the shower. Like a light switch had clicked on.
He laughs at himself
I'm sorry. That was terrible. I hate that cliche but its kind of fitting. I can do better than that. It was more like I noticed a painting that I had never seen before. That had hung in my house for as long as I can remember but I had never really seen it. Know what I mean?
But anyway. This "what if" slowly became a premise. You're a writer you know how that happens. And then after a few weeks I had some characters in mind. And from there the whole journey became kind of organic.
Every night I would lie in bed and these men and women would just act in the moments before I went to sleep. I never wrote anything down either. The next night I would always remember just before going shutting my eyes and my actors would keep playing.
And this went on for months. That stretched into years. Its been about three years actually. And I've never even told anyone about it. You're honestly the first.
Okay.
He sighs
I think I'm ready to start now.
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