Writing a letter to myself? I am not crazy. No shrink is going to tell me to write a letter to myself. Maybe I will, just for the hell of it. I'll rip it up. But I now strongly feel the urge to write it. And I don't know why...
"The body will be hidden in the basement, away from the children,"
What body? I am not writing body, as in human, am I?
"I'm writing this letter to remind myself where to find it, I would hate for my wife to find it first,"
Wife? I don't have a wife, I only have a girlfriend, and we've been going out for two months, why am I writing this?
"It's special, It's for our daughters, Lisa and Haley, they love him."
Him? This is insane, I should stop writing for today, I must be drunk...
"Niall Horan is his name. Or his original's name."
Original? Is he a clone? Why can't I stop writing...
"He is just a cutout you are working on, sorry, I remember the questions I asked myself when i recieved this: What body? I am not writing body, as in human, am I?, Wife? I don't have a wife, I only have a girlfriend, and we've been going out for two months, why am I writing this?, Him? This is insane, I should stop writing for today, I must be drunk..., Original? Is he a clone? Why can't I stop writing..., and the one you haven't asked yet, How do they know this? I am you, from the future.