Sally(Evelyn's imaginary friend)
I watched as she slept peacefully.She loosely hugged her pillow, giving me the reassurance she knew she was safe. Every night when nobody was around, Evelyn would look to me making me promise until my mouth was tired, that I would keep her safe from the monsters under her bed. Of course I complied, and reassured her that she didn't need to be afraid, that I would be right by her side when she woke up.
Most nights she would wake in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and I would have to comfort her for over an hour until she fell back asleep. I didn't mind though. That girl was what made my world go round; I would do anything for her. Tonight though was different. I caught her smiling in her sleep, which I'd be lying if I said it didn't melt my heart. She was having good dreams.
I sat at the edge of her bed and gently stroked her beautiful long brown hair, looking out the window as I waited for the sun to rise. It took a while after the sun came up, but when Eve finally came around, she did one big stretch and flopped back on the bed. I couldn't help but laugh. She did the same ritual every morning, but it was the cutest thing ever. I watched as she turned to me, and I saw her warm brown eyes. "Thank you for keeping the monsters away", she swiftly sat up and hugged me tightly.
I returned the gesture, hugging her just as tightly as I tried to fight back the tears that wanted to come. "I will always be here to keep them away", I croaked, and swallowed the lump in my throat. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, but I didn't mind. If it were up to me, we'd stay here all day. Sadly though our mini reunion was short-lived by a knock on the door. We both shot up and saw the door creek open; Eve's mom peaked her head in, her voice soft as she whispered, "sweetie you want waffles for breakfast?"
Eve quickly released me, and I felt a cold sensation from where she had been. I watched as she jumped out of bed and grabbed my hand. "Yes please! I just have to use the bathroom first, then will be down." As Eve dragged me out of the room I caught a glimpse of her mom. Her demeanor was poised, her posture relaxed. Although she couldn't see me, I couldn't help but rigid as I walked past her. It wasn't until we were in the bathroom that I started to relax.
I watched as Eve turned the sink on and splashed water on her face, some strands of hair stuck to her olive-tanned skin. That didn't seem to bother her however, as she glanced up and smiled at me through the mirror. I laughed and grabbed a hair tie from a nearby drawer, and secured her hair back out of her face. When she was done we went down for breakfast. We sat in our usual seats at the counter, and watched as Eve's mom gathered some eggs, bacon and waffles onto a plate then set it in front of us.
I could feel my mouth salivating, and had to try to contain myself long enough for Evelyn to have at least one bite. I knew she would share; we shared practically everything, however in that moment it took everything in me not to snatch her entire plate away and devour everything in one gulp. Believe it or not, us imaginary friends work up an appetite too. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for Eve to slide me a piece of bacon when Mrs.Green wasn't looking. I wasted no time stuffing my face, finishing it in two bites.
Within a matter of minutes, what was once a full plate, was now a clean plate-or as Eve's mom would call it a "happy plate." She smiled at her and took the plate. "Someone was hungry", she affirmed as she rinsed it off and put it in the dishwasher. Eve leaned towards me and whispered, "you have no idea", and chuckled. Mrs. Green caught her and lifted her brow in a perplexed manner. "What's so funny Eve?"
Like a light switch, Eve's demeanor changed as she briefly looked at me, then back at her mom. "Oh nothing... I just remembered a funny joke Corbyn told me at recess yesterday". Corbyn was Eve's best friend, bffl for short(besides me of course). They met in preschool and bonded over the color red and the rest was history. Three years in the making and still going strong.
Corbyn also had an imaginary friend named Brittney, and every weekend we'd go over and have a play date together. Corbyn had an enormous tree house in her backyard, and we would always go up there and take Polaroid pictures, and pretend we had our own secret club-no adults allowed. I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling stir inside me as I rekindled the memory, and nudged Eve. As if she were reading my mind, she took my hand and squeezed it.
I sighed and sat there in a daze. It wasn't until Eve looked at the clock and jumped from her chair, that I came to my senses."Oh no I need to get ready; the bus will be here soon!" Without warning, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up the stairs to her room. When we finally reached her room, I jerked my hand away and put it on my knee as I tried to catch my breath. I wouldn't be surprised if she tried out for track in the future.
I knew without looking at her that she was trying not to laugh at me. Her voice serious though as she said, "c'mon Sally quit goofing around. We have to get ready for school". I took a deep breath, then rose to my feet and followed her to the closet. "Am I still sitting with you on the bus?" I asked as I watched her retrieve a plain red T-shirt from a hanger. She didn't look at me as she said, "of course. You always sit with me silly. Corbyn is bringing Brittney so you will have someone to talk to on the way to school".
I just nodded, and helped her finish getting ready. "You want your hair up or down, princess?" She played with her hair, trying to decipher which one she preferred. After much deliberation, she settled on wearing it down. She let it fall back on her shoulders, and frowned. "I can't ever do anything with it anyway.. It's just best to keep it down."
I frowned at her. A six year old shouldn't be concerned about anything, much less how to wear their hair. Was I missing something? Without thinking, I gathered her hair and put it in a ponytail. Bad idea.. Her frown deepened. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you shouldn't have to worry about something as silly as your hair," I explained. She didn't respond-she just grabbed her backpack off the floor, slung it over her shoulders, and walked out the door. Something told me it was going to be a long day...