Friday, December 9, 2016
Today's OneWord: Imaginary
I first met my imaginary friend by a rickety wooden bridge right next to my old high school campus. No, I was not one of the children, frolicking around with a companion that no one could see. No, I was a sad and lonely twenty-something whose had a daydreaming complex so vast that reality seemed boring by comparison. My imaginary friend was quite the charmer. Her name was Genevieve, and she wore a form-fitting suit with a red evening jacket.