Mikhael was his name. He'd always be around. I'd have endless conversations with him while the world around me slept. He'd be the one I'd play with. The one I'd turn to. Open up to, unashamed. I was a kid then. The All knowing grown ups knew I was going through a phase. Fantasize while awake. Make believe. In your head. I grew up. Mikhael is in my past. The grown ups got older. They still talk to Mikhael. They call him God.