[ WP ] The border between reality and the imagination is weakening , and you have to deal with it .

As soon as I heard the first few chords of the song come on I winced. My hand shot off the wheel and pressed the volume knob in to turn off the radio but it was too late. `` Do n't think about her.. Do n't think about her.. Do n't think about her..'' Have you ever noticed how trying not to imagine someone just makes you think of them more? And there she was. Ten years old. Wild Blonde hair. Big goofy smile on her face with one of her teeth missing. An adult tooth had n't yet grown in. I knew what would happen next if I could n't think of something else. The same thing that has happened every time I thought of her since people's imaginations started spilling into reality. I saw someone up above me riding a flying broom they had dreamed up and tried to imagine their hair was purple. Nothing. Thoughts closest to memories were always stronger when you imagine them. Her smile slipped into a look of panic as her body twisted around. She cried out and blood sprayed from her mouth splattering across my face. I pulled over now. Something I should have done then. My imagination took over and she layed in the seat wimpering in pain. I held her and cried with her. `` I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. Please forgive me. I panicked. I did n't know what to do'' did my breath smell like booze? I had n't had a drink since that night but the smell was pouring through my imagination and into this world. And there, again, she died in my arms riding in the car that had run her down 2 weeks prior. I do n't know why I did n't stop then. But its probably why I ca n't stop now.
