The chilling thought with the image was still in my head. Slowly, I walked into my room and saw the place a bit tidier. 'I didn't make the bed... Or did I?' Even the curtains on all windows I had were opened. I smiled a bit at the view, so sunny. 'I might take a walk later...' I soon left my room, changed, and was ready to take on the day. I was also looking for my fluffy friend I made last night. "I hope we're friends." 

Stepping down the steps, I saw the house was bright and homier than yesterday, making me feel welcomed. I walked my fluffy long tail happily as I made it down the rest of the steps. "Oh, my tail is swinging maybe I'm in l-oo-vv-e..." I sang to myself, having a bounce to my step. Once At the bottom, I grinned at the sight. It was so clean! It felt like a butler came through and cleaned the place up. "Maybe the wolf did this?" I had no luck finding it.

I felt a small breeze from the back of the house and noticed I had a backdoor. "Why are you, open sir?" I walked to it and cautiously looked around. Finding nothing, I shrugged. "The wind wants to come in, must be jealous." I walked out and closed the backdoor behind me. "Whoa!" The backyard was like a jungle. Plants and weeds are overgrown, while the sounds of animals were playing out of my sight. 

This place really needs some work. I gandered towards the overgrown garden, wanting nothing but to explore. Ideas and plans planted in my head, birthing visions on what I can do to the place. I soon stop at a broken-down fountain. "I can't wait to fix you up!" I excitedly ran my hands on the missed-over stone, going around the base of the granite texture. "I'll fix everything, I'll get it right again."

I walked away to explore more, seeing exotic plants here and there. Soon I found the end, a broken-down fence. "End of the line... Oh well, I should get back." I turned and started to head back, but something caused me to stop once in a while. Quiet whispering and black shadows here and there. I would turn and tune my eyes to the quiet voices.

M҉o҉e҉ a҉r҉e҉ b҉e҉a҉u҉t҉i҉f҉u҉l҉. T҉u҉t҉e҉e҉ m҉i҉s҉s҉e҉d҉ m҉o҉e҉. 

This langue sounded broken.

W҉e҉l҉c҉o҉m҉e҉ b҉a҉c҉k҉. 

It was English but,

R҉ä'ä l҉e҉a҉v҉e҉ p҉e҉s҉u҉. 

Something new,

S҉t҉a҉y҉ w҉i҉t҉h҉ m҉e҉. 

I never heard of it before,

M҉o҉e҉ w҉i҉l҉l҉ l҉o҉v҉e҉ i҉t҉ h҉e҉r҉e҉. 

Knowing all languages by force,

T҉u҉t҉e҉e҉ p҉r҉o҉m҉i҉s҉e҉ t҉u҉t҉e҉e҉ w҉i҉l҉l҉ k҉e҉ l҉e҉t҉ m҉o҉e҉ k҉ä. 

It was sad and longing.

T҉u҉t҉e҉e҉ w҉i҉l҉l҉ b҉e҉ w҉i҉t҉h҉ m҉o҉e҉. 

Lost and alone.

M҉o҉e҉ h҉a҉v҉e҉ g҉r҉o҉w҉n҉ f҉o҉r҉ m҉e҉. 

Content and happiness.

M҉y҉ l҉o҉v҉e҉. 

Found something forgotten.

M҉y҉ t҉ìr҉e҉y҉.

"I'm here..."

The sounds stopped as I responded. "Wait, don't be scared!" But it seemed too late. The sound of nature was back, gone were the whispers and shadows. "Huh." I walked back soon making it to the house. With one last look around I opened the door and walked in, slowly closing and locking it behind me. "Odd." I took a couple of steps backward before turning around.

Looking around, I saw the door to the library was propped opened and thought of my plan for the rest of the today. Trying not to think of earlier events, I walked in looking for a good read. Founding some R.L. Stine books, I came across an interesting title. Plus it's Goosebumps, who doesn't like those books? The title was called, "When The Ghost Dogs Howls". "Ooo, this looks good and familiar," I smirked as I looked for a couple of more books to grab in the series. I also came across another book, making me tense. There was one book that stood out. A children's book. It was the only one that seems to be in the whole library. I placed the other books down gently on the desk and I took a closer look at this one book. "Corduroy" by Don Freeman.

I sighed out a shaky breath as I gently ran my managers over the cover. "It's been so long..." I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes. I still felt his head on mine as I looked down at the hard book. I slowly sat down on a comfy armchair as I opened the book. I felt tiny once more, his arms around me, talking in his soft, calming voice. "You must be a friend... I've always wanted a friend."

I sniffled. 'Me too...'

The book follows a stuffed animal bear named Corduroy. Corduroy is determined to find a button to fix his overalls, but the little girl who buys him actually just loves him as he is. It's a gentle introduction to the concept that often it is our imperfections that make us most lovable. None of us are perfect, but you can be loved nonetheless.

"You know the life lesson here little one? Whatever your flaws, and imperfections, you're still lovable." 

I closed my eyes trying to relive the lost moment. I miss him so much. I want him back. I soon felt warmth on me, causing me to drift in the distanced memory. Darkness making my imagination more vivid and life-like to my liking. The book is still tightly in my hands. "Read it again..." I begged out, barely above a whisper. Soon dreams of my past consumed me.

Later on, I woke up, curled up in the covers with a pillow under me. I yawned trying to remembered what happen, but nothing came to mind, except the book I was still gripping. 'Oh well,' But where did the covers and pillow come from? They looked like extras since they were different from the ones in my room. I slightly snuggled in them, relaxing my mind from the confusion and sad memories I have suffered.

I soon stand, cleaning the mess I made minutes or even hours before. I placed all the books back and folded the covers and placed them on the chair, admiring the pattern on them. Black and silver made up the unique design of the blanket, as well as the pillowcase as I placed that on top. With a few pats, I left the room feeling drain, regardless of the nap. 

I then froze realizing it was nighttime. "I slept the day away!" I was upset that I did such a childish thing. Then I jumped at a sound. Looking down, I let my stomach rumbling causing a noise to admit from it. I realized that I haven't even eaten yet. "Heck, do I have any food?" Looking around in the kitchen to find something to eat. Finding not much, I try to think of what to make of what I have. I sighed out, a bit frustrated.

"This is going to be a long night..."