The young pale man sat upright in his chair. When I entered the room Dalton only glanced at me for a moment. His eyes seemed to be focused on the corridor.
When the door shut his eyes flicked around the room. Finally his pupils honed in on me.
“She’s not here, right?”
“We are alone,” I said.
“Okay. Okay. Sometimes I’m just worried that she comes in. She likes open doors.”
“You are talking about your girlfriend?”
“No. Well, yes, in a way. I imagined her as my girlfriend when I was a teenager.”
“And you are now 21?”
“And you still see your imagined girlfriend?”
“She just didn’t want to leave.”
“You don’t mean that metaphorically? You are really talking about an imagined girlfriend?”
“Yes. Her name is Arielle. You know, like Arielle the mermaid because I had a crush on her.”
“So this girlfriend is imaginary but she is bound by walls and doors?”
“Not really,” Dalton said. “I mean, she didn’t use to but now she pretends that she is.” Continue reading