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.