Wilber and Jack [short story]

Is he real?

Wouldn't it be sad if something that felt so real wasn't just wasn't real at all.

  This story is about a elf like creature named Wilbur.  Every night in his dreams he can always think, of anything he wants.  For almost all the time there is always just, a grassy field with so many diferent dream creatures around.  But none of them could talk to wilbur.

  So one day, back in his dream land. Wilbur made up someone he could actually talk to. His name was Jack.  Sure it wasnt the most creative name but wilbur liked it.  Many nights went by and they both got to get along well.

  It seemed after a while Wilbur forgot the dreams even happened.  I guess thats how dreams are.  When he didn't he would write down, every time he got to be with jack. A sort of journal to keep track of things thats happened.  He never showed it to his parents.

  Jack was very strange at first but Wilbur could go around that.  Many people are  diferent after all... people... Jack isn't a person... is he? I did make him up.  So is he not real.

  The next night, Wilber went up to jack and asked him... "Are you real?".  But before jack could answer.  Wilbur woke up and he never got his answer, he wanted from Jack.

  From then on Jack...wasn't there.  In another night when he came back.  Wilbur decided to not ask anymore if he was real.  He was just happy Jack was there to keep him company in his dreams.