It is winter again. Somehow. I’m walking with Pocket though the park, the two of us bundled up against the fresh snow that surrounds us. It is both a familiar feeling and yet something strange. He laughs, and it’s almost like the thousands of crystals echo the sound back.
“Hey Pocket. How long have I known you?”
“Forever.” He grins.
“Then why don’t I know anything about you?”
Pets, family, house, even a last name. Nothing comes to me.
“How did we meet?”
“Don’t you remember?”
I’m silent for too long. “I want to hear your side.”
His grin widens. “Once upon a time….” He laughs. The thousands of crystals laugh back.
I look around the park. Everything feels muffled, suffocating. I glance behind us and the snow looks undisturbed. We’ve been walking for hours.
“Pocket, how did we meet.”
“I already told you. You’ve known me forever.”