The moment I say the words out loud, we notice a light in the distance. 'What is it?' You ask, getting nervous and irritated with me at once.

Picking up the shiny object, I examine it closer. You stand nearby, holding a weapon of some kind that I never realized you had. A neglected imagination can be a dangerous thing, I think to myself. I take a step forward, reluctant that something in the darkened, poorly lit streets of my imagination will lunge at me. Then, they step back into the shadows of an alleyway, swallowed whole by the darkness. Don't give up.' Suddenly, the figure takes their hands out of their pocket and flips a coin that bounces towards us. We step backward, uncertain if we should start running. 'Yeah, you.' The figure shuffles forward. Their face is obscured by the hat covering half their face, and a coat collar is popped up to cover the rest. A cloaked figure steps out from underneath the street lamps.

We're both aware that because this is my imagination that anything can happen. We can hear movement like someone is there. You look at me a little nervous, but I reassure you, it's fine. It's night time, and all we can hear are distant traffic noises, a dog barking, and a couple having a fight in a nearby apartment.Īn alleyway is coming up, where the darkness doesn't seem to have a beginning or end. We're walking down a desolate street, next to buildings that look like they haven't been habited in years. We're inside the dimly lit streets of my imagination.

Psst hey you yeah i mean you