Thursday, April 8, 2010

My nose grows longer every night.

For years, I’ve been going inside children’s bedrooms, sharing bedtime stories to send them to their dreams. They fall asleep happily, and I am paid considerably.

At night, I tell myself my own bedtime stories to send me to my dreams. In my stories, I am an engineer, a meteorologist, a fireman. In my stories, I am happy. In my stories, everything is the way it should be.

But make believe is hard to believe.

Sometimes, they call us storytellers lie-tellers.