Every kid, at some point in their life, has imagined things. Whether it be pretend play, or remembering your worst nightmare, everyone has imagined. Now imagine this: all of your dreams, all of your nightmares, becoming a reality, right before your eyes. Are you picturing it? Good. So you know how hellish it can be.
My name is Patrick Bowman. I am eight years old, I am about 4 foot 8, I weigh about 90 pounds, which is very underweight, and I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I imagined for my entertainment a lot as a kid. But I have no need to anymore. After all...it is a reality.
I always liked to day dream. I always wanted to just get away from the real world. My closest imaginary friend was Gwenladon. I did everything with him. He was impatient, quick-tempered, but he did have a soft side.
To know what he looks like, picture this; an anthro jungle cat with brown fur. You see it? That's him. That's always been him. All the rest of my friends were from game series. Pokemon, Metroid...Gwenladon was the only one I had ever come up with on my own.
It did always seem so real to me, my day dreams. But unfortunately...so did my nightmares. I never forgot those. I still haven't. And it was a living nightmare the day it all came hurtling into the real world...