“If you could be anyone, who would you be?” I asked. Staring pass the dark stairwell that seemed all to friendly.
“Anyone?” He asked.
I nodded. “Anyone.”
He inhaled, pausing. “I’d want to be myself.”
“That’s an interesting notion.” I replied, tugging at the end of my brown hair. Just hard enough to remind me to blink. “Most people would want to be somebody else.”
“I’m sure.” He said, chuckling. “How about you, out of the billions of people on this planet, who would you want to be, Miss Mary?”
“I don’t know. Certainly not me now… perhaps, me in seven point five years to the future.”
“That’s an interesting notion.” He responded, quoting me.
“I’m sure.” I said, grinning back.
Written by Alecia Writes