I never did as a child. Have imaginary friends that is.
If I’m honest I found it an odd thing to understand.
But lately I spend each afternoon “playing” with my imaginary friends.
Gilly, Jamie, Jeannie, Bee, Malcolm those are their names.
I control their lives, their thoughts.
And they control mine.
When I’m out walking I’m thinking about them. I stop to record their conversations on my phone
I know what they’re going to do.
But sometimes they surprise me.
I might share them.
For now they’re mine.
Until next time,
PS That picture, it’s an imaginary room