If you'd done it before, you'd understand the sweetness of it. The sweetness, and yet also the quiet fear.
The quiet fear of rejection. or misunderstanding.
You know, the kind of fear you can't really talk about, can't release. You just hold on to it; it's pitted in your stomach, the muscles contracted, holding tightly to this intense yet quiet fear of their thoughts.
You do know, don't you?
If you've never done it, you wouldn't understand the experience. And even if you have, you still might not understand my thrill.
The thrill of stepping outside yourself and inhabiting another. With a different voice, personality...different habits, clothes, dreams. For a short time you are that person. You are someone else. And you can feel it. You can tell.