My favourite fantasy is about my best friend. Her name is Meave. She has blue hair. She sits on my right shoulder during the day and at night she sleeps in a match box on my bookcase. She says the books help her to sleep. I suppose if she can’t sleep, she can always pull one out and read a chapter or two. I don’t pay much attention to her at night, I’m too busy sleeping myself.
But during the day we have a great time. No matter what I’m doing, she is always with me. When mammy makes me cry, she’s there to wipe away my tears. When daddy hurts me, Meave is there to make me feel better. Meave is always there with a bit of advice if I need it or a comment here and there. It’s great to have my best friend always with me, always guiding me. She gives great advice and I love everything she says. She always knows the right thing to say, better than I do. When the other kids pick on me, she’s there to pick me up. When times are bad she has a comforting word. She makes me feel better, when I’m feeling down. She knows exactly what to say, when someone has a go at me. She has a wonderful way with words, quick with a witty response to a snide remark.
Meave has never let me down through good times and bad. She is my safety net. She has never left me. Of course, Meave has made me sad once or twice. The thing is, Mammy says she doesn’t exist. Daddy says she is just a figment of my imagination. But how can that be when I can see her everyday? My only friend with her shiny blue hair and little purple wings.