Because Ed and I have been joined at the hip for the last, oh, seven years, he has sufficiently robbed me of all my silly, spectacular, and sometimes, perhaps, even possible dreams of grandeur.
No, that’s not right. Grandeur is a dramatic word.
I don’t even dare dream small.
I dream not at all.
It’d be nice to dare to dream again. We all need a break from the monotonous reality of life, do we not?
I could be Something. And it wouldn’t even have to be Something Great. Even Something Small would be lovely. At least. I just need to be Someone, Something.