Every day I anxiously wait for you to come home from school so we can continue our playful games and antics. Once the clock hits 2:45pm I’m itching for your journey home to conclude in our hideaway bedroom/play-room.

The days where I would accompany you to school are far behind us, however this was something made abundantly clear to me before I was bestowed as your imaginary friend. I cherish those days from the bottom of my heart.

Admittedly our quality time has been slipping lately but if I know one thing for sure it’s that our bond will never cease to exist. Fond memories of elaborate fantasy structured exquisitely from our synchronous originality traverse my kindled mind daily. I know undoubtably that the same can be said for you.

A door creaked ajar.

“I’m home!” You cheered. The entirety of my cosmic invention quaked with endearing excitement. Each closing footstep up the wooden staircase accelerated my hearty tension.

You entered breezily into our bedroom.

My legs were crossed on the floor like a giddy child at Christmas waiting on their next turn to open a present under the tree.

You pounced onto the bed & pulled out your smartphone, texting away to your school friends. You look really content.

I held my place on the floor waiting for our quality time to get going.

Time passed by slowly. Neither of us moved. I waited patiently as you persevered on your smartphone, left for dinner & came back to me. Before I knew it bedtime had came around & you had gone to sleep without paying my any time.

Every boy must grow up. I hope you’re ready. I fear that I am not.

The End.