Mother Goose School for Imaginary Playmates

mommy told me simon was all in my head that he was just someone i had made up when daddy died. simon and i binded our fingers together the third time we met in the attic we binded our fingers with thread from mommy’s wedding dress dipped it in wine drank it all and fell asleep in each other’s arms. mommy beat me whenever i would bring up simon i cried for him each time the strap fell.