I wake up suddenly.
”Calvin, it was just a dream. Go back to bed.”
That was Hobbes: the same stuffed tiger I had since I was 5. He was my only true friend I ever had.
”Felt so real though.” I respond.
A spark flew and hit my cheek, I look at where it came from.
”The house is falling apart, Hobbs” I say in the most calmest voice.
Hobbes grabs my shoulder and squeezes it.
”Calvin, stop! Calvin! Calvin!! Calvin!”
The hole becomes bigger as I stare into it. Why is this happening? Â I’m a grown adult. I should leave these fantasies.Â
But it’s only began.