I feel like every time I open my mouth, I'm driving us further toward the edge.
Not the edge of a cliff, more like the edge of the climactic scene in a bad movie.
The falling action is a vertical drop to the ground and it ends in a cheesy kiss, the lovers driving off into the sunset.
Somewhere parallel from that ending where the gravity is reversed, I lead the kidnapper right up to my door.
In one dimension, half the audience is brushing away tears and the other half is rolling their eyes.
In the other dimension, everyone is shouting at the screen except for one person at the back of the room, who is asleep.
The typewriter sounds I could never hear before now fade slowly away and I watch the credits roll behind my eyelids until it's just me and a few lonely bits of popcorn on the floor.
It was an alright crowd for opening night.
YOU ARE READING
the space above my ears.
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