My imaginary friend, I do not remember when he became part of my life. When trying to position him in time, I can say that he existed when I was 3 years old and I slept in one bed with my older sister. I have seen him only once, and I get really scared. I still cannot understand how it is possible that, when I lean out of bed, I seen rotating glove that looked like blossoming flower on a stalk - under my bed.
He does not have a name, but he has a shape - he looked like a glove. We often talked, but I cannot remember the topic. He was oracle in the topics that were important to me that time. I always was able to ask him about a advice and get a wise answer. I'm writing "him", but it was more of a neuter. There was no sex, there was no name.
We had "best connection" in corners and niches.
Sometimes, when I look at the shadow of my hand, and I play some animal to my child, I feel that in some incomprehensible way I'm connecting with my imaginary friend.