Bedtime Friends
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A/N This just worked its way into my head, and I thought that I should give it a go. Please review; they are always welcomed.
I have dreams sometimes. I see a lady with red hair, and a man who is tall and looks like me. I can see another lady, but this one whispers to me in a language that I don't know. There is a man with him, and he talks funny, not like me or mommy or daddy. They give me hugs, the lady with the red hair sings to me, and the tall man puts me on his shoulders. I like these grown-ups; they're really funny.
Sometimes I play with my friends in my dreams. I know their names, they won't tell me, but they know mine. One of my friends is a boy with blonde hair. He always rides his bike, and sometimes he lets me ride too. There is a girl with red hair; she looks a lot like the woman that I see. One of the girls jumps rope all day long, but not when we are playing tag. There is another girl, she's older then the rest of us. She has long brown hair that is really shiny. She takes me for walks and we talk about things, like why the sky is blue and why dogs don't like kitties.
I don't like to wake up in the morning, then I have to leave them. The red haired lady cries sometimes, and the tall man tells her something, and then she smiles and kisses my forehead. The man then gets down so he's as tall as me and messes with my hair and tells me to be a good boy. The other lady gives me a hug and blows me a kiss, and the man with her calls me slugger and tells me that he'll see me soon.
I told my mommy about them and she told me that I have a very active imagination. I don't think that I'm making them up; they seem like my real friends from school. I can almost touch them, but they can only touch me. Sometimes it even feels like they are actually touching me. Now I like bedtime because I get to see my bedtime friends.