If I fell into a story, I would write it very well. I would be the main character in a plot so bliss I would be thankful that I fell. My pockets would be lined with gold, there would be nothing I could not buy. Everyone would know me, the world itself would be my prize. I’d be happy everyday because I would have all of the material things. Shiny car, expensive suit and the biggest of diamond rings. I could host fantastic parties where all the rich would come. Yet now that I think of it, that doesn’t sound like too much fun. I may have the largest house with an indoor swimming pool. But would I truly have friends or would they all think I was a fool?

So maybe if I fell into my story I wouldn’t have to be the protagonist. In fact I could do the opposite, that’s right, I will be the antagonist! No rules or regulations for me. I would live life as it is intended to be! I would be the biggest and scariest villain just because I could. My evil ways would cause me to be so misunderstood. I would track the main character down and fight him to his death! Until he was defeated I would not be able to rest. I could drive as fast as I wanted and break every law. To anyone who crossed my path with me they’d have to brawl! Yet I can’t help but imagine how draining a criminal life must be. Running from the police, living in jail... are you really free?

Instead, if I fell into a story I think i’d be more tertiary. Not in the spotlight or connected to the plot, simply ordinary. I would have the availability to do as I please without standing out. I could come and go as I wished and travel all about. I’d make my way to a beach and stretch out in the sand. Or perhaps I would travel west and become a mountain man. This seems pretty nice except who would notice me? No reader would ever question hey, who exactly is he? I’d be there for a scene or two, serve my purpose and then go. Perhaps I don’t like this idea, no I don’t believe so.

So maybe in my story there is only one place for me. Sitting here behind this pen, my plot nothing more than a dream. Sometimes life seems bland but it is all about the perspective, you see. Because I finally recognize there is no one better to be than me.