“Breathe.” The figure
on the ground’s eyes flew open. He was in a white space, limitless, as far as
he could tell. He sat up and gazed at the child in front of him.
“Where am I?” He asked the child.
“We can be wherever you want.” She replied in a high, tinged
voice. Grass rippled along the floor
until it reached the ends of the earth as far as he could tell. The girl ripped
up and handful and tossed them into the air. “So, who am I?” he asked. The girl
in front of him giggled, as if finding the question funny. “You are whoever you want to be!” She said
excitedly. The man thought for a
while. Quinten. That’s what he would call himself. “Quinten.” He said aloud.
“Hello Quinten!” She said. She giggled again. “What a curious
name!” Quinten looked at her curiously. “So, who are you?”
She giggled again. “Whoever you want me to be!” She said as
she flew up into the air. She landed and for the first time a hint of
seriousness crept into her voice.
“I have a question though.” She said. “Will you be my
friend?”
Quinten looked at her curiously. Did this child think he
would hurt her? He stood up, walked over the girl, and hugged her head. “Of course
I will.”
