Let Your Imagination Fly

A one shot story I wrote for a PTSA Reflections thingy that I decided to do and the theme was Let You Imagination Fly (I know I made the theme the title of my story. It seemed to fit well with my story.) I think it's a contest, I don't know for sure...
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I've known Evangeline ever since I was very young from the first time I ever had a dream. I will always remember that dream no matter how old I get. Meeting her is too special of a memory for me to forget.

My name is Timothy Wood, and I always have many dreams. These aren't just any normal dreams either, they're special to me because that's where I talk to my best friend Evangeline. She is like the mother I never had. She is always there at the entrance of the gate waiting for me when I enter our second world in which I always called Evangelopic, which I named after her. It's like a second home to me where I can release all of my stress and never be upset. I always had the ability to control these dreams, so I was able to say and do anything I wanted. After every dream, I would draw a little sketch of what happened in the dream.

I had tried to tell my dad about these dreams I had, but he laughed it off and said that I have a big imagination. I don't have a mother, so I couldn't tell her. I've never met her once in my life, the only time I saw what she looked like is through pictures my dad has.

As I got older, I had less of these dreams, and I started to feel lonely. The only thing I did to keep my mind off track and not feel as lonely was to draw pictures of what I remember from my dreams and things people requested. Even when doing that, I would still feel a little lonely.