Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
Once upon a time there was a boy with an idea. It came to him in the middle of the night, and he woke the next morning sort of excited and a bit confused. He was only 10, and up until then he had only had dreams at night, but this was different. It was hard to know why it was different but it just was. Firstly it wasn’t scary, and his dreams, the few that he had, were always scary. And that other thing about the idea that came to him in the middle of the night was the sense that a dream was a mishmash of stuff from his past, but the idea was something new. Something that wasn’t from the everyday of his life, but something from somewhere else.
The problem was that for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. He had learnt about how oysters make pearls starting with a piece of sand, and his idea was something like that. It was this thing, that he could turn over in his mind the way the oyster would turn it over in the shell to create a pearl, and he he was turning it over and over in his min, but couldn’t remember what the heck it was.
It really captivated him all day. That day, the family went to his favourite cafe and absently minded he asked his mum, what’s for dinner. His dad just looked at him and said , check the menu. That jolted him out of his obsession with trying to rediscover this idea.
He looked that the menu, but didn’t really need to as he always had the same thing. he then sat absent mindedly staring at this poster on the wall. One day he had tried to work out where this photograph had come from. It was most intriguing. 3 men from the olden days. One was a normal man, one was an absolute giant and the other was was a midget. He had seen it so many times before and he knew it related to the name of the cafe. Small and Giant. But in the end he gave up in trying to figure out where this photograph had come from, though today it was a pleasant distractions from because of that which had been occupying his mind.
He went to bed that night with a sense of dread. What if another bout of sleep were to rid his mind forever of this best idea that the world had ever seen. This idea that was his. A thing that he was sure no man or no woman had ever thought about before. It really made him anxious. He was pretty computer savvy and knew what happened if you put the computer to sleep without saving properly. And because of that he found it very difficult to go to sleep.
He lay there, almost straining his head to make him think harder, to sort of squeeze that idea out of his head. In his mind he was wringing his mind like a wet towel trying to force that idea from hiding. He knew it was hiding in there somewhere and he felt disparate to find it. As he finally started to drift off to sleep , the idea started to form in his head. It was probably because he was finally relaxing until finally he feel asleep.
Next morning , he woke differently. Normally he as just asleep, and then he was awake. A lot like pushing the button on the TV. But this morning it was different. He was aware of himself lying in the bed, of his room before he was really awake. He lay there observing his room in the dawning light and sort of without thinking about it, he wondered if his idea had come back.
Very gingerly he woke himself up and became fully aware, and then came fully awake.
A smile crossed his lips which turned into a huge grin and a little laugh.
He had found it, the best idea in the world! And it was his.