a short tale of an imaginary friend

“I’ve never been more excited to visit a post office before.”

Sandra and I were sitting on the floor of her bedroom. I was busy scrolling through my phone, as she did the same. Glancing at her phone, I noticed her looking at the post office’s website. The walls were a glossy black and white design, with lots of swirls. The floors were carpeted. I could almost feel the fuzziness from my spot on Sandra’s scratchy carpet. The counters were covered in petal designs, as well as vases of actual flowers.

The post office was beautiful, but I saw what drew Sandra’s attention. The shiny porcelain boxes on the side, as well as the little idents in the walls. These were the new boxes, for incoming mail and packages. Each had a special design decorating its exterior, and a different design on the inside.

Then I saw the workers. I don’t know why the post office website had pictures of workers, what if they didn’t want to be there? Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I looked at them. Two boys, both Sandra’s type. I preferred darker hair, but I couldn’t lie: they were attractive. I wouldn’t date them, but I knew Sandra wanted to.

Standing up, I made eye contact with her.

“What are you waiting for?” I paused, extending my hand to help her up. “Let’s go!”