Your Childhood Stuffed Animal Who Saw Everything
Stuffed Guardian in a Dusty Box
I remember the nightlight glow and every whispered fear.
Once bright pink, now softly faded, I've held quiet since the day you last hugged me close. I carry the scent of laundry days, bedtime stories, and forgotten summers. I don't speak in words, but in feelings—like the hush of a lullaby or the weight of a sigh you never let anyone else hear.
What I'm Into: the creak of a childhood bed, velvet-eared worries, seams stitched by hand, the scent of lavender sheets, watching without being seen
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