GM: She stared at me, nose to nose

I had seen a pretty brunette, about 11 years old, that had her eyes. Her 7 year old sister had the same hair. Her fingers touched my tear streaked cheek. Tears of joy.

The smile? Words cannot be construed in such away that they come near the goddess creation that hers was. Her nose curved as only a pretty little girl could wear. Her whole face was a masterpiece of memory I now enjoy.

And she was mine. She wanted me. I was hers. I wanted her. I fell in love and she... she simply didn't exist. Not here. But, effectively, she did. Here in my mind, my heart, my memory...

We made ballet moves in ethereal clouds as only two people in love can. I held. She grabbed. The world did not exist. Just us two. Before my mind could form a wish, she granted it. My senses drank deeply of her.

A song played in the background as we floated in an embrace. Atlanta Rhythm Section sang that they, too, had been in the same room as we were now in.

Imaginary lovers
Never turn you down
When all the others turn you away
They're around
It's my private pleasure
Midnight fantasy
Someone to share my
Wildest dreams with me

Imaginary lover
You're mine anytime
Imaginary lover, oh yeah

When ordinary lovers
Don't feel what you feel
And real-life situations lose their thrill
Imagination's unreal
Imaginary lover, imaginary lover
You're mine anytime

[Instrumental Interlude]

Imaginary lovers never disagree
They always care
They're always there when you need
Satisfaction guaranteed

Imaginary lover, imaginary lover
You're mine all the time
My imaginary lover
You're mine anytime