I have a very vivid imagination.

I can pretend that you love me. I can imagine you walking next to me. I can picture you kissing our children goodnight. I can see, in my mind’s eye, the expression in your eyes when you propose.

I have a very vivid imagination.

So vivid. So vivid it often tricks me into believing — nay, assuming — that what I dream in my wake state is my reality.

I have a very vivid imagination.

I wish I could pretend it away. I wish I preferred reality to my own imaginings. I wish I wasn’t haunted by what I picture before I fall asleep. I wish I couldn’t visualize the way I do.

But I can and I do.

I have a very vivid imagination.

It’s something I have to contend with.