Alone, she closed her eyes. Relief from clutter and lies. The imaginary expanse, Put her in a trance. Solitude. What a prize.
Panicked, she searched the room. Stricken with certain doom. For what we had lost Would come at the cost Of a little one filled with gloom. Panicked, she searched her head For something to offer instead. A sigh of relief Soon ended the grief For Teddy was under the bed. -Celeste, the AIM… Continue reading The Daily Prompt – Where’s Teddy?