After a long weekend of being surrounded by fictional characters, I walked into my room this afternoon and found traces of him being there. I found his puppet on my bed, with its hand wrapped around one of the frets of my ukulele. It was wearing my pair of red glasses. I thought it looked just like him, and I couldn't help but laugh.
And then I thought to myself,
real life is a nice place to be.
It's the only place I want to be.