Monday, December 7, 2009
Prompt II Response
This is a comfort to me:
It's two in the morning and I'm alone in my apartment. And all of a sudden I realize how alone I am. But it's too late to phone anyone. No one is online to talk to. I don't have any friends in this city. All of my friends and family are on the other side of the Rocky Mountains.
So I open up a Word document, take a dive into my subconscious, and have a conversation with a voice in my head instead.
Taken is a very down to earth character, and he listens, and he consoles.
I know he isn't real. But sometimes I really, really wish he was.
Am I the only one who sometimes wishes a particular character was real?
Is it just me?