"Hallucinations can be cheerful. They can be anything they want to be. Almost." Again, they had rules. So long as they kept sticking to the rules, then Lisa was usually able to tell what they were. On good days. Yesterday had been an exception since she woke up in a strange place, but today was okay so far. Take the animals for example. After seeing the animals and watching Alice, Lisa had had very little doubt that Marco was real without touching him.
Lisa tipped her head to the side. "Didn't hear anything about you. And I rarely talk to walls. Doors are better, windows can be the best and thin air is usually the best of all." She was grinning when she said it, not because it was funny, but because it was just true. "Well, no." Her fingers were tapping on the couch for a moment before they threaded into the material of her shirt, tugging it down a little without her realizing. "They make the world flat. Dull. Boring. Empty. I can't draw or paint or be me at all. I like me just the way I am, so why change it?" Sometimes it was worse, but today wasn't that day, so she didn't think or talk about it. She didn't call attention to that sort of thing unless she needed to.