Something I wrote, now with
voices biggrin --
"You died last night. I killed you."
"Pardon?"
"I've killed you many times. In many dreams.""Do you want to kill me now?"
"No. Why would I?"
"But you want me dead, right?"
"The thing about
reality is, it has consequences."
"So you always got away with it?"
"Of course, it's not like
morals apply or anything in my own dream world."
"..."
"Hey, isn't it
stupid?
Wishing, that is."
"What?"
"Have you ever made a wish on a star?"
"A few times? Why-?"
"It's pointless. Looking up at a lonely sky, you wish but sound doesn't travel through space. No matter how loud you
SHOUT, your voice won't reach into the universe. And, even so, what could they
possibly do for you? There's no one to grant
their wish either. You might as well make a wish on a remote control."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Dandelions too. They're considered
'weeds' but people still make wishes and spread their seeds for even
more wishes. I think if I ever get married, my bouquet will be dandelions."
"Even if they're 'pointless'?"
"Life is
full of sentimental gestures, whether they're sincere or not."
"You want to marry someone you can't be sincere with?"
"Saccharine."
"Huh?""It means
nauseatingly sweet. Sometimes I
wish I could just hit random people with this dictionary, say something like
'tumultuous' and have them look it up.'"
"What would be the point of that?"
"Exactly."