Conversations with my daughter. -1
"What's on your mind? "
"Nothing", I respond, careful to avoid eye contact.
[Today I watched a video about dominoes: the game. I found it mighty convenient that one tiny tip of the first domino was enough to upset an array of other neatly stacked ones. The irony wasn't lost on me. I suppose whoever invented the game had lived quite the life]
[one event, followed by a series of others, catastrophic or not. Usually the former.]
"Here's one, read me a bed time story?"
"Alright, which one? "
[I have come to learn that our lives are stories, each one of us, and you could move from being alive to being just an experience. That we are all tiny pieces and plot twists in each other's stories. Dominoes really.]
"Something about heroes"
"Alright then"
[The hero in your story is the villain in mine]
"I wonder if heroes sleep at night"
[The hero in your story is the villain in mine]
"Do you sleep at night?"
"I suppose I do, right after my bedtime story"
[Monsters lay awake at night, haunting their prey. Heroes should be awake at night, if they're really what they say they are.]
"Sleeping beauty?"
"Ummm…sure, I guess"
[Sleep finally eluded her as well. I guess nothing's permanent after all. Then again I've always wondered why sleeping that long was considered a curse. I'd kill for it.]
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[The hero in your story is the villain in mine]
