Where do our imaginary friends go when we’re too old for them, when we outgrow them, when we no longer believe?
Do they have homes to go to, with fancy bathrooms and secret chambers? Is there a favorite chair, with a table nearby to hold a slice of cake?
Do you remember searching for hidden doors in fallen logs and shadowed nooks? Do you remember your imaginary friend’s faces?
If your imaginary friend was real, then their home was real, too. Which means there are imaginary houses all over the place on imaginary real estate. Which means there are imaginary realtors!
