For most of my life, we were inseparable.
I’ve been dragged to daycare, concerts, first sleepovers (and every sleepover thereafter).
I’ve played dress up, doctor, and school (her tests are pretty hard).
She gives me funny voices that she pretends are mine, because she likes to imagine what I might say to her.
But the scariest of time - was a time I was lost to her. I got put away during a cleaning spree and she couldn’t find me.
For days and days she looked for me, but couldn’t find me.
And clearly, I couldn’t yell for her to find me.
So I waited. And waited. It’s hard to know how much time went by – was it days? Weeks? Months?
I’m not sure, after awhile time runs into itself and it’s hard to keep track.
I couldn’t help but wonder, had she forgotten all about me? Did she just not need me anymore? Did she put me here on purpose?
One day the cover was lifted from where I was and I saw the light of day again.
Her joy was permeable, as she enveloped me in a tight hug.
Here she was again! The familiar embrace, that joyful laugh.
“SNUGGLES! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she exclaimed.
Oh how excited I was! To be held, and loved, and even cried on again. I appreciated it all so much more.
Taking my rightful place on her bed again, I was content.
And that night, as she drifted to sleep using me as a familiar pillow – I realized, that we all get lost now and again – and that the reunion almost makes the being lost worth it.
Responding to a prompt on “Write on Being Lost Using personification”… For more adventures of Snuggles, read here…