Naturally this isn't quite accurate. The man didn't go over the cliff with the dog. The dog wasn't chasing a bee, it was chasing a rabbit.
The dog didn't die, it was lifted to safety by 4 people pulling a harness.
I like his version better.
He says things that make me laugh and I like it when he becomes shy.
To be truthful, he's the best part of my day.
When I was little I didn't have imaginary friends, I did however imagine a life that was very different from my own. On a car ride I would pretend we were driving to a funeral or a party.
In the shower I would pretend I was a mermaid who was stranded on land and couldn't go back to the sea.
I had several acceptance speeches written, perfected and performed in my room for The Oscars, the Pulitzer, the Grammy's.
I pretended I was the president.
A political prisoner.
The pope.
Dustin Hoffman.
Or someone who just won the lottery and was speaking at a press conference.
I wish I could say this wild imagining was phased out. It hasn't. Sometimes I'll be driving and I'll tell myself I'm driving to the airport, and I'm going to start a new life in a far away land. I'm going to ride a horse on the shore of an ocean I've never seen. I'm going to learn how to cook fancy meals and feed lots of people I don't know yet, but who will love me.
I think about what I'll wear and who I'll send postcards to. I'll imagine my mom crying and my sister making a stupid face. I imagine how I'll change my voicemail message, "Hi, I'm not here anymore, I've started a new life in a faraway land, leave a message and I'll send you a postcard."
I imagine what my friends will say and the declarations of love that will be professed and to which I'll reply, "I'm sorry, you're too late, I'm in love with a foreigner with long hair and a cool accent. Love someone else, you'll get over me."
Sometimes I'll imagine the warmth of his hand on mine or how his lips would feel against my lips. I wonder what Sunday evenings would be like or what we would do for my birthday.
And then a car behind me will honk and I'll remember I've been daydreaming too long at a traffic light again.
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