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Room to Think

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cedar bench

“Welcome to my house!” The little boy pulls aside a low hanging branch and gestures into the shadow of an old growth cedar tree.

“What a lovely home!” I look around the imaginary room: the evergreen walls, the mossy drapes, the soft carpet of aromatic brown needles. The boy grins.

“And that’s your house over there!” He points to another tree, and then to a fallen limb. “And this is your thinking bench.”

“My thinking bench?”

“Yes. When you want to think about things, you can come out here and sit on this bench.” I sit on the limb and marvel at this three-year-old’s creativity, and it occurs to me that every home could likely benefit from a thinking bench. See? It’s got me thinking already.

roughhewn cedar bench
space to breathe unfinished thoughts
warm breeze stirs the mind

dVerse open link night #267

Imagine that

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imaginary1

Oh, there you are! My imaginary friend! I’m glad you showed up. I’m feeling a bit sad today. Well, maybe not “sad” so much… just lonely, I guess.

Anyway, now that you’re here, let’s play! Wanna sing songs? It’s extra fun when we make up our own words to the tunes. Or we could lay in the grass and watch the clouds go by. We can pick out shapes that look like animals and tell stories about what they’re doing up there in the sky.

imaginary 2

What’s that you say? You don’t have time to play with me? But imaginary friends always have time to play! They never change; they’re supposed to be there whenever you need them.

Yes, that’s what I said; they never change. Well, sure, I guess you do look older. But that’s okay, ‘cuz I still feel just as young as the day you first…

… imagined me.

imaginary3

Oh.

So you’re real and I’m the imaginary friend. And now that you’re older you don’t need me anymore? I see.

No, no… I understand. I’m okay. It’s just… sad.

Well, you go on, then. I know you’re busy. I’ll just sit here and…

Hey! There’s a little girl over there. She looks kind of sad, don’t you think? Or maybe not “sad” so much… just lonely.

imaginary4

Excuse me, little girl.  My name is Imogene. Wanna play? I know lots of cool games! You’re real, right? ‘Cuz – you know – I’m kind of… imaginary.

You’ll play with me? Great!

What? Oh, that girl I was talking to over there? Yes, we’re friends. We used to hang out together a lot when she was your age, but now…

… now she doesn’t imagine as well as she used to.

The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Imaginary