A girl walked unhurriedly down the bank of a stream, in a rhythm set by the soft music pulsing out of her eardrums. It was very late, after 2 in the morning, and she was walking very carefully through the darkness. She was awake so late because her pathetic friend, Kenneth, had writer’s block, and couldn’t write her any good bedtime stories. The girl, Evelyn, had a rare sleeping disorder that led to her perpetual insomnia unless she had a good bedtime story to read or have read to her. She was relying on Kenneth to write her something great.
Kenneth had secretly been in love with Evelyn for years, and although they were just good friends, he had always wanted more. He longed to have someone to love, and to love him in return. Someone he could care for without feeling strange or unrequited. He had felt this way about her for so long, but he was too afraid of losing her friendship that he never mentioned his feelings to her. Every day he would say to himself, “Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell her…” but he never found the courage.
While she was out walking, Kenneth was at his computer trying to put words together to somehow entertain Evelyn into sleep. He worried about her, staying awake night after night, but she said that no one knew her well enough but him to write her a bedtime story. This was a blessing and a burden on him, as he was happy to know that she thought so highly of him, but also distressed because he was not a very strong writer. It took him tons of effort and too many words to get ideas and points across.
Finally, he started writing the story of everything he wanted to tell her, only he wrote it in a third person narrative and used made up names instead of their names. He poured his heart and soul into the story, telling every detail of how he felt about her through his characters, describing exactly how beautiful and unique and perfect he thought and saw her to be. He used as little flowery language as possible, as this was a bedtime story, and he knew good bedtime stories were simple and to the point.
As soon as he was finished, he knew he couldn’t back down. He feared she might see through his meek attempt at hiding the true identity of his characters, but he knew it didn’t matter anymore. After writing the story, he knew he could hide no longer. Because of course he wrote the two characters together in the end, and what better way to express his feelings to her? He called her, and she asked him to come over right away and read it to her, as she was home from her walk.
She was in bed when he arrived, sitting up and watching a movie. He was too frightened to lose his nerve, so as soon as she paused the movie and cut off the TV, he sat down and began reading. He couldn’t look at her as he read, he was so scared and bashful! As he was finishing, he chanced a glance at her and saw that she was smiling from ear to ear. He grinned, and finished.
As soon as he was done, Evelyn pulled him to her and kissed him softly on the lips, and then laid down and fell right asleep. Richard was so touched by her kiss, and so deeply happy that he had gotten her to fall asleep, that he sang to himself all the way home. In the morning, she called him and told him that she had always loved him, but thought that he had always overlooked her because they were such close friends. He hung up the phone and ran all the way to her house, again. He kissed her again as soon as she opened the door, and told her exactly how he felt. And they lived happily ever after.