I laughed at him. I just laughed, seeing, knowing how much it hurt in his eyes.
I didn’t know whether he was real or not, whether he was telling the truth, or why I didn’t care. I just laughed, dismissing his advancements.
I laughed so hard.
I laughed like I couldn’t control myself.
I would later blame my lack of tack on the herbs, those sweet leaves that turned ceilings into waves. But, I knew better. I laughed and laughed until my stomach hurt. Then, I gripped my chest and laughed some more.
I thought Reggie was going to cry. Reggie Edge, or whatever his real name is.
Revealing his deepest secret to me, I should have been honored, hell, scared, baffled even.
But, I covered that fear with jokes.
Reggie was gone when I opened my eyes. It surprised me, then the guilt set in.
Going back to my bed, I sat there, staring at the wall, with an unopened pudding up in my hand, wanting him to come back.