Him

I feel Him rest his claws on my back. I look up at Him with a smile, his long fingers running to my for a side hug. He wasn’t the talkative kind, He only spoke through body language. He always came to my backup when people said I was crazy, although, nobody else but me could see Him. We had different diets, but that didn’t differ us. As a kid I made drawings of Him and me together. I remembered all of that. Now I sit in a room, watching the stars shimmer outside the window. I gaze up at Him, his smile forgiving.