I want to smile.

I want to tell you about my imaginary friends. Yes, I once had imaginary friends.

You might ask, "What do they look like, these friends?"

See, the thing about imaginary things (friends, enemies, deities, whatever) is that oftentimes you can't really say what they look like. Sometimes you can only say what they are.

So let me tell you that, back when I was smaller, my imaginary friends were mice.

Yep. My imaginary friends were mice. Two of them, in fact. They were envoys from a large colony (is this correct? I'm not sure) of mice that lived under my pillow. Since they mainly operated around the pillow, I only got to talk to them before I slept at night. At nine pm, after brushing my teeth and changing into my pajamas, I'd get in bed and call to them. I'd wait until they have climbed onto my hand, and snuggle up with them until I fell asleep.

What did we talk about? Nothing. I'd just gather them in my hands and close my eyes, believing that after I fell asleep they'd go back to their colony under the pillow. I've never said anything to them, aside from the summons I made. My only mode of interaction with them is the snuggling. I don't even know their names.

But they were my friends.

I wonder where they are now.