"Phil?"

three

I wake up to my mom shaking me. I started to freak out because Phil wasn't there with me, like he was when we fell asleep, screaming at my mum that he really was real, that I wasn't mental. She calmed me down, stroking my hair until I fell asleep again.

I awoke again, but this time to Phil sitting in the swivel chair across from my bed. He was faced towards the wall, furiously scribbling at a paper. I rolled over, trying to subtly get his attention, but he didn't notice. I pretended I was kicking the wall in my sleep, knowing my parents were gone at work this time of day, which Phil finally noticed.

He came over to the bed and was gently stroking my hair as I was starting to fall asleep again. I reached out my arms, motioning for him to cuddle me like he did last night, as that made me feel relatively safe. He did so, grabbing my hands and gently tracing circles onto the backs of them. I'd never felt so safe in someone's arms before. Eventually, I'd fallen asleep again, nuzzled into Phil. It was at this time I realized I felt something for Phil, something I'd never felt towards another person before. I realized I was in love with Phil.

***

I wake up again, hoping Phil would still be there. To my dismay, it was my mother instead. I slowly opened my eyes to her, then sat up. I decided to keep quite about liking Phil, knowing she'd highly disapprove, considering her mind was set on him not being real.

She must have seen me thinking about how I would hide this, as she spoke up.

"Dan, what are you thinking about?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing, I'm still just really tired," I reply back to her, hiding my face.

"You shouldn't be this tired, you slept all night and day, almost," she says back, almost in an angry tone.

"Not all night, but, you know. Whatever," I mumble, hoping she didn't hear me.

"What was that?" She asks.

"Nothing, nothing," I say to her, hoping she'll just leave me alone already.

"Alright, well, dinner will be ready in a few. If you'd like to join us, that is," she says. Getting up and walking out.

I just sit there, not wanting to eat, not wanting to get up, not wanting to do anything with them until they just listen to me, believe me, that Phil's an actual person, and not just some figment of my imagination.

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Hey lol honestly I don't know where this is going, just writing in hopes that I'll get inspiration/motivation for my main fic rn so