I’m Only In Your Head, Aton.
"I know you did," the voice said again. A voice is as sweet as the warm sunlight at dawn that causes the sand to glitter like stars that fell on earth.
Akhenaton sighed this has always happened when he is alone and stressed. His demons somehow find a way out of his mind and represent themselves in form of the once that he cares about the most. And it was always Cleopatra.
"Can't you stop this already?" he mumbled his voice tired.
"You know that this is not in my hands to do," she said, raising both her eyebrows – she looked so real…so human.
"You know that I'm only there in your head," she continued, walking back and forth in front of the window, every now and then her delicate features would pop out in the dark, and then turn back into a black silhouette from the direct moonlight. "I can't go unless you want me to."