Mind's Eye

I ask her what I look like when she closes her eyes, & she says, “I can’t see you because my eyes are closed,” so I ask her whether she can imagine my face when her eyes are closed, whether she can see me in her mind’s eye, & she says, “What’s my mind’s eye?” & I tell her it’s not a real eye, it’s the idea of an imaginary eye that lives inside your head & sees things when your eyes are closed, & I ask her again, “Can you see me in your mind’s eye?” & she says, “Yes,” & I say, “What do I look like?” & after a short while she says, “Lots of wrinkles & really big eyebrows.” It’s not what I expected, it makes me feel peculiar & old, & it comforts me because now I know she sees me when I’m not there.