all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.
Still me here, do you think I forgot about you? Still upset but now I'm twenty-two. Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushin' through. And it's Armageddon. Still Decoy, still a good witch with her tea. Still bitter, still don't play the black keys. Still wants to politely and properly warn you. This is Armageddon.
@cellphonehippie's October Prompt List 2023: Redesign