Aug 30, 2008 21:08
Teddy liked to pretend.
He liked to pretend he could hear his mother’s voice, even though he didn’t know what she sounded like. He liked to pretend that he could hear his father’s laughter, even though he’d never heard it before. He liked to pretend when he got sad, that his mother and father were there, wrapping their arms around him when the nightmares and monsters came, so he was never alone. He would cuddle his plushie close, petting the soft fur on top of Moony’s head and whisper soft words to the wolf.
But then the candles would burst into flame, and Daddy would be there. Daddy would hold him with real arms and whisper real words to him to make him feel safe. Daddy would rock him and tell him stories about his mother and father, and give him milk and cookies. Daddy was there to give him potions and sooth his aches when he got sick. Daddy was real, and Teddy could hug Daddy and tell him he loved him and be told he was loved in return. Daddy’s green eyes would smile at him, and Daddy would play with him and look after him forever.
Teddy liked to pretend, but sometimes reality was better.
teddy 100.2 (jeriicho)