Imaginary Sadness

Recent bedtime conversation.

"What if I had cancer?"

"I'd be with you all the time in the hospital"

"What about school?"

"I'd take the semester off"

"Why would you do that? You couldn't do that."

"Ummm yes I would. What if you died? The potentially final months you were living and I couldn't be there because I was at school? No. I'd be with you all the time"

....

"Now I'm all sad"

"Me too! ...Why are we talking about this? That's not even real."

"Let's stop"

"Okay"

Then happiness resumed. I hate imaginary sadness...