Where is the count?

Super Stace and I moved to our new apartment last week, which is awesome by the way. Yes, I realize most people my age long ago bought a house, but I believe in baby steps. While unpacking and buying new things for the house, I realized I haven't noticed any traces of my imaginary friend, the count. He has followed me through three different apartments in chicago, one in Yakima, once in Bothell WA, another apartment in Seattle, a little house on Vancouver Island, then a house and apartment back in Yakima. Yet somehow he seems to have gotten lost. I do worry about my count. You here that countie, please come home

The Count One of my Imaginary friends is named the count. I first discovered him in the first apartment I lived with Superstace. He would steal all the stuff I was looking for. He especially liked to hide my keys. He also sticks his fingers down my nose at night to make me snore. He is often my best friend, even though I have never actually seen him.

Imaginary friend

The Little Man in the Closet My first imaginary friend I remember is the man in the closet, who I first discovered when I was about 14. He lived in my closet in my bedroom in my parents’ house (which is now pink and overflowing with dolls). I have never seen him, or if I have seen him, I didn't know it was him. He did a lot of hijinks and things that were really funny back then, but I just can’t remember them now. He may have followed me to Chicago and become the count. Or he may still be in the same closet, hiding from Potty Scotty.

New Imaginary friend

I decided that pooh bear isn't as much my imaginary friend as much as my transitional object. I realized that my real imaginary friend is the very mysterious Count, as well as possibly the little man in the closet