imaginary friend

he wakes up at 5a.m he's back to searching the land he packs a lunch and says good bye he starts to feel real alive crossing through open fields and dark scary woods as the day went so quickits starting to get dark he remembered to bring his supplies so he sets up camp then gathers wood with a flint he makes a spark but the wood he picked up seems to be a lil damp but he's not the type to just up and quita fire he shall have on his little trip he gets it done an animal he will kill hes not just good but seems to have some skills fresh meat over the fire would be great an animals life he's determined to take now hes full time to get some sleep he closes his eyes and begins to count the sheep well rested now and back up again at five on this journey of his he has not come acrossed another living soul he wonders if this is just a dream that's being told whatwat he don't seem to get is he has never had a beating heart ain't that a bitch everyday he's back at it again just to find out he's someone's imaginary friend