One of my legs is hanging off. I'm not sure how it got to this but we are here. We are here and you are hiding around the back like you always do. I'm not sure why you do it but it's a habit that you started way back when we were kids and now it's something I don't notice so much or think is strange. In fact its one of the things I like about you the most. We are hiding out and you are calling my name, not my real one but the nickname you gave to me that year when all the trees and plants died in our garden. No one knows about our secrets. No one knows about the things we do and I like it that way. Let's take all our clothes off and run into the water. First I want to dip my toe in and we will dive right in. I'm holding your hand underneath the water like I always do. I said I was sorry about yesterday but you can't hear me any more. You swam too far away and now a storm is coming. I'm scared I will not be able to reach you any more. Come back to me. Come back to me and let's tell each other things we don't tell anyone else. I'm waiting for you.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.