Sometimes I really miss people that I make up in my head. I'm not the kind of person that easily becomes attached to others. It takes me a long while to become truly comfortable with someone. And because I don't become close quickly or easily, I don't often miss people when they're not around.

But sometimes, when my mind is wandering, which it often does when I find myself not watching it carefully, I come across the strangest people. They reoccur in my dreams. I know that they're not real. Simply characters my mind's made up. A lot of the times they don't necessarily have faces. They have lives and traits and adventures and secrets, but hardly ever do they have a face. Some have names and others don't. Its a silly way that I amuse myself when anything else fails to hold my attention.

Theres a man that explores jungles

A girl that knows everything there is to know about bees

There is a well mannered lion that reads at the breakfast table

There is an old couple that fell in love when they were young and then were separated for a long time but never forgot each other

There is a girl named Angela. She's a very corporate type. Wears high heels to work.

There are two little boys that I once saw in a pizza commercial, and sometimes I think about having pizza with them.

Robert always wears a blue shirt and dark jeans and has dark hair but no face. He likes parks. He'll sit in a park all day long watching people ride by on their bicycles. They always look as though they have no obligations, cares or worries. Free. That is the way he sees them. His favorite sound is the sound that the bells on their bicycles make. Sometimes he thinks about getting a bike, but he never does. Instead he sits on a bench and watches them. Sometimes he gets up and walks back and forth, in front of the bench. And sometimes when I fall asleep, I dream that I am at his park and he gets up and meets me and we watch them bike together.

These people, unlike the real living breathing ones that I forget to call or don't think of when they're away, these made up imaginary people that I invent to entertain myself, I end up missing because I know that they're not real. I'm sure someone would think they're my subconscious telling me something. Whether or not that be true, they really are nice people.