For the Daily Prompt Eyes
What colour are my eyes babe?
“You don’t have eyes Alex,” I look over to find him laying on the couch, his eyes closed.
Of course I do. What colour are they?
“You’re not real, therefore no eyes,” I say with a sigh. “We’ve been over this.”
Yeah ok, keep telling yourself that.
I bet he’s smirking. “Fine. They’re – ”
No, it’s okay. no need to pretend. I’m not real so it doesn’t matter.
“Alex,” I begin apologetically. I’ve hurt his (my?) feelings.
But, consider this; maybe you’re the one who’s not real.
“I’m … what now?”
Could be you’re the figment of my imagination.
“Um, I don’t think so,” I glare at him, still laying there with his eyes closed.
Close your eyes for a moment.
“I don’t have time for this.”
Just do it
I look up at him standing beside me, waiting expectantly. I close my eyes.
Good. Now I want you to think about what you’re typing.
“What do the hands look like. On the keyboard?”
They’re just hands, ten fingers, short nails, I shrug.
Hmm, yeah. A ring, some kind of dark metal on the right hand.
“It’s tungsten babe,” he says with a smile. “Do you happen to wear a ring like that?”
No, I snort. It’s very obviously a man’s ring.
“So who do you think does. Who do you think is typing this?”
What colour are my eyes?