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’m real, play with me instead”

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.

Someday

For now they’re mine.

Until next time,

Marina xx

PS That picture, it’s an imaginary room

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