I was holding a party ot get-together of some sort, though I wasn't in my own apartment, or even in my parents' house.The place looked like a duplex my friend Emily and I looked at last year when we were planning to move.
There was a knock at the back door, and I went to open it. There was a tall blonde girl standing there in a miniskirt and leather jacket. It was Taylor Caswick, a girl I used to write stories about when I was in middle and high school. Yes, a completely fictional character. I invited Taylor in as though she was an old friend. Then I noticed she was talking to someone in the kitchen, another girl, who was saying, "Wow, I didn't know you were going to be here tonight." I realized she, too, was a story character of mine. I looked around and saw that the entire party was populated with people I had made up.