A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was 5 or so, I used to be afraid of the dark. To calm my nerves I thought of a little friend. He was a good ghost, that looked a little like the full moon. His name was Stefanus. He would sit on the windowsill at bedtime watching over me while I slept and when I had to walk hame in the dark he would hold my hand.
Only when there was a full moon he would slip way and play in the toilet, splashing the water. Whenever I saw the moon was full I'd make sure to leave the toilet lid up so he could play.

Stefanus was a good friend for a long time, he grew up as I did, became a person who'd always listen to me in puberty, was a shoulder to cry on when I was heartbroken. He allways understood me and it was comforting to know that there was at least one person that loved me as I was.

In the first year I had a car, I was driving some friends home and almost had an accident. I remember imagining a flash of white light that kept the two cars apart - I smiled because I immediately thought of my good old friend Stefanus.

I still like to leave the toilet lid up when there's a full moon - even if Stefanus is only make believe, it's nice to think that he might pop round to see an old friend and play in the toilet like he used to.