Delusion.

You know that feeling when you make up a perfectly attractive, kind, smart, respectful hip hop DJ boyfriend in your head, and a few months later he is spending the night at your place, and likes you back, and is treating you like a fucking queen, and you have to keep checking yourself for signs of psychosis because you're still not sure it's not all some sort of delusion?
No? Just me, then?

~sarah p.