The Teddy Bear

I look out of the crack in the toy box and I see the boy laying in bed. I´ve been in here for week, and he still hasn´t let me out. The boy´s father has just come in. He watches the boy sleep, and I wonder if maybe the best way to hurt the father is to hurt the boy. The father leaves. I slowly start pulling my self out of the toy box. It is my turn to decide when play time is.

I slowly start pulling myself into the boy´s bed. He is fast asleep entangled in his superman blankets. I slowly edge myself colser to the boy. The door opens again I flop down quickly. I am not caught, not yet. The door closes. As I stand back up, I catch a glance in the mirror. My fur is fadded and I have lost an eye, there are colorful patches over me.

Playtime.