My Imaginary Boy Toy

The Name of an Angel

Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while! Been pretty busy with my friends lately. I'm not going to stop though! It just may take a bit longer. Xp

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Instead of waking up to the sound of my alarm I woke up from the sound of violently skimming pages and books snapping shut

In the far off corner of my room where my bookshelf reside HE was sitting Indian style and ripping my books from the shelf, reading the back, skimming through them, and snapping them shut setting them in a tall pile that was building up beside him.

I pulled the pillow over my head as to drown it out. It stopped for a moment and I sighed happily... 'til a book snapped shut even louder than before.

“What are you doing?!” My voice croaked. Muffled from underneath the pillow as I lie there still trying to pull myself from the effects of sleep.

No answer came. I peeked out from my pillow and rubbed my knotted hair from my face.

No one was there.

I jumped up from my bed. I squinted around the room and my eyes were still blurred with sleep and partially crusted from crying the night before.

I looked, but he wasn't there.

“I could've just swore..” I trailed off as I walked over to the bathroom.

Did imaginary people even need to pee? That was a good question and I made a note to ask him that one day when it wouldn't be awkward... although I'm not sure when a question like that wouldn't be awkward. I guess I just have to wait and see if he ever actually did go.

I knocked on the light wooded door just to be cautious. When I got no reply I pushed the door open and switched on the light. He wasn't there either.

“Last night couldn't have been... No, there is no way it was a dream. Far too vivid... But...” I looked over to my book shelf as to reassure I didn't just dream the books being constructed into a tower. I breathed a sigh of relief to see they were in fact still in a pile, but I then scolded myself for being so relieved. Why should a situation like this make me feel anymore sane than if it were just all a vivid dream?!

“Uhm.... Hello?” I called out a bit in the hall. “Come on now... this isn't funny, uhm.. you..”

“Calling out for me would be so much easier if I had a name wouldn't it?” His voice came behind me.

I turned around with a frustrated sigh. Mornings weren't not exactly my best friend. Apparently, neither was he. He looked at me with his arms crossed and a grim expression. A expression that to him obviously meant business.

He pushed pass and took his place back in front of the book shelf.

I tried to think of a sarcastic reply, but my mind was still clouded with sleep and never ran properly 'til I've had my morning cup o' joe.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I watched him tear another book from the shelf.

“Looking for a name.” He said without even a glance my way.

“Aren't I supposed to be the one to give you a name?”

“Well, you don't seem like you are going to give me one so I figure I'd give myself one.”