Realities

“Didn’t it ever occur to her that such a person who seemed so so lifelike and so impossible, was in any way real. How could you Mmasi, basically live in a whole different world at night, and not find it suspicious that all you did over there actually came back with you, into your room.”

Then the memories hit, and with that, the sound of Ada muttering,

“The clothes.”

Then frantic steps towards our room, and while I turned, following hastily behind her, I heard my father’s laughter bounce off of the walls, mocking and self depreciating. Self depreciating.