My son’s imaginary friend is committing robberies in the night

One night, I realized that I wasn’t lonely whether my son was with me or not. His imaginary friend visited me.<br><br>We had a talk. I asked if he was happy with me, and he was. He said that I’d done nothing wrong to make him go away.<br><br>Since that night, my son no longer imagines him. But I do.<br><br>I never thought there was a reason to doubt my own sanity, but I see him moving things around.<br><br>I don’t know if he’s tricking me, leaving notes for my own future self. Or if I’m doing both whether I want to or not.<br><br>I don’t know if he’s still here or if I’m just going crazy. I know my son’s imaginary friend is still here with me.<br><br>I don’t know if he ever left.<br><br>He’s like the neighbor that writes me notes when I leave the trash on the curb too early in the morning. Each night, I wake up to a fresh note. Each month, my bills go missing.<br><br>I don’t know if he’s still here or if I’m crazy.<br><br>I’m glad that I’m not lonely.<br><br>My son’s imaginary friend is committing robberies in the night.