One night I had a dream. In the dream, there were two people talking on a bed. The girl was acting awkward and the boy was being private and secretive. I wondered why, so I listened closer. I found that he was older, a lot older, but he didn't age. I also found that they had been together for a long time and that they were talking about something important. She started to cry and he leaned forward to hug her. Then, I woke up.
So, I thought it was really weird. I couldn't figure where this dream had come from. Usually I can link my dreams back to something in my conscious life. So, I was lying there awake in my bed and I couldn't go back to sleep. When I can't sleep, I think up stories in my head and entertain myself with them until I get sleepy enough to fall asleep. Like watching movies in my head. I think it's really fun. Ok, I know I'm weird.
Anyway, I used my dream as a basis for my head-story.
And that's how Leo was born. This is just the story from my sleep deprived nights. It's nothing fancy, I'm not planning on getting it published or anything like that. I just thought that maybe somebody else would get a kick out of my little fantasies.
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