Topic- Imaginary Friend
Title- Twilight Zone
There is a fine line between imagination and delusion. A man in a New York City apartment is about to discover how true this is.
His name is Robert Dillinger. He sits now at a computer, pouring his emotions into a poem. So far in his life he has been successful in his career, being highly intelligent, but the subject of women has always confounded him. This is the subject of the poem he now writes, titled "My Pillow," in which he expresses his bottled and restrained emotions.
The poem is about a night spent in bed, him lying next to a lover. He sees her soft hair, feels her touch, hears her voice and is comforted by the presence of someone who loves him. Abruptly, he is brought back to reality, his delusions shattered, as the voice that he is hearing says something completely unrelated to the situation and he remembers that none of it is real. The voice is his radio, playing a love song. The hair is the rough outline of his pillow, lying next to him, and her touch is the velvet fabric pillowcase.
He finishes the poem, ending in a forceful octet, and lays his head sown on the keyboard to cry.
Now, let me ask you about Robert Dillinger's imaginary lover. This delusion of his, a coping mechanism spawned from loneliness and heartache, renewed his pain and left him miserable. But the moment of love and joy, the only companionship he ever felt, the only that he may ever feel...
Wasn't it worth it?
