Drabble

"Do you ever feel like two ethereal characters, only given form when we voice lines?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like that! You didn't even really exist before you responded. Now whoever's reading this can imagine me talking to you. Even as I'm standing here it's only through saying "I'm standing" do you know I'm standing. Anything outside of what we explicitly say is up to the imagination. And beyond that these words aren't my own thoughts. I'm simply saying whatever the writer chooses to write. Our existence hinges on the writer and the reader, without them are we real? Do you ever feel like that?"
"No."
"Yeah, me neither."