Yep.
I can see a beach. Colours. Even hear the wind and the waves crashing.
The weather here is stormy so the beach in my head right now reflects that. I can see the light peeking through the clouds. Muted lemon, white and grey, darker clouds rolling in. The sea is dull with white tipped waves rolling in and out, ebbing and flowing. I can hear thunder in the distance. Storm is maybe 20 minutes away, over a hill in the distance to the east. The wind is whistling. My hood is up and I can hear the wind bashing it as rain starts to bash around my hood. My hands are in my pockets because it’s “spitting”
slightly. The tip of my nose is getting wet and slightly itchy but I don’t want to get my hands wet by scratching it. The wispy babyhairs peeking out my hood are getting wet.
I don’t have a puppy IRL but what the hell this is my imagination so now I have a little boxer puppy who is leaving tiny paw prints in the slightly damp sand. They are slightly ahead of my big welly prints that are making a scratchy sound alongside the little pad, pad of the puppy’s paws.
We come to a pebbled area of the beach. I know from experience that they are hard to walk on. I’m glad I’m wearing wellies but the puppy looks nervously back at me with her big sad, chocolate drop eyes and stops in her tracks, tentatively pawing one of the pebbles then backtracking.
It’s already getting much darker than it was ten minutes ago. The pup and I look at each other.
“C’mon Clover, time to go home eh? That’s a good girl.”
I’ve a vivid imagination! Always have had. It’s a blessing and a cross. I’m creative but I’m anxious. I can assume the worst. I get too hopeful sometimes. I can do very beautiful and special things for other people.
I don’t think I’d swap it if I had the choice. Random...but a friend had aphantasia and she had absolutely zero sexual fantasies
. She just couldn’t.