OK, let me tell you the story the old character in my head told me. And you can share it with your little kids. Or share it with someone who has little kids. Anyway, here it is.
One morning, about three years ago. Or was it three years from now? No matter. Let me tell you what happened to Ivanto. But whatever you do, don’t fall asleep. Because you’ll miss the ending. And if you miss the ending, the same thing could happen to YOU.
Anyway…
Back to Ivanto. He woke up before sunrise and saw beautiful colors swirling around in his room. They looked like they were made of glass. There were thousands of the beautiful, colorful little bubbles.
And every few seconds one would smash into the wall and burst. And tiny pieces of light would vaporize into the air. Like fog in early sunlight.
And let me tell you, that’s an awesome way to wake up.
Ivanto rubbed his eyes and looked again. But the swirling bubbles didn’t disappear. In fact, there were lots more of them. And many of them were crashing into the wall with the same effect.
“What could this be?” he wondered. “Am I still sleeping? Am I dreaming? Surely that’s what it is.”
And right then, a voice in the middle of the swirling bubbles, whispered…
“Do you want to see more?”
Ivanto pulled the covers up to the bottom of his nose. But he couldn’t…no, he didn’t dare look away. So, he said, from the safety of his covers and bed,
“Uh…yes…yes, I do.”
“Well then…hold out your right hand,” the voice commanded.
And Ivanto did as he was told.
One of the beautiful, colorful, swirling bubbles almost instantly floated over the bed and hovered and rotated. And it was just above the palm of Ivanto’s hand.
“Look closely,” the voice whispered.
Ivanto put his hand next to his face. And the beautiful bubble followed.
He stared deeply into the glass circle and saw a tiny boy running. He squinted his eyes, and he saw the boy chasing something.
What was it? He wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, Ivanto couldn’t take his eyes away.
“Look closer. Deeper. And open your eyes AND your heart,” whispered the voice.
So, that’s what Ivanto did. And when he did, he could see the tiny boy was him!
And that thing, the tiny version of him chased, started to take form.
With each second it became more beautiful.
Ivanto wasn’t sure why. But he was suddenly filled with Joy. Everything started to make sense. And, as his joy grew, the tiny Ivanto dived forward and grabbed the form in his arms.
It was another beautiful, colorful, swirling glass bubble.
And, the very second Ivanto grabbed the glass bubble, it burst into vapor. And a tiny puff of light crystals floated into Ivanto’s eyes. Then, he fell back asleep.
When he woke up early the next morning, he remembered.
So, he quickly got out of bed, found his note paper, and scribbled down five words. And he kept that piece of paper with him for the rest of his life.
What do you think those five words were?
Oh sure, you could let me tell you. But I’d like you to tell me.
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