Teddy

 

     When he took a peek at her Instagram account this morning, he saw that she was selling some items she owned. If they were still in good terms, or least had some polite communication between each other, he’d buy an item or two.

     But it’d been ages since they last talked, and it was unfortunate as he would certainly love to own things she owned.

    Would it be perversion or creepy if he thought that maybe he could smell her through the things that she owned or had previously owned, that her scent had somehow stuck to it. He had missed her scent; of all the things she owned, it was her scent which was his favorite. It had always sort of disoriented him. He grinned and shook her head to ward off the thought; he never thought missing somebody would make one’s mind go haywire.

     Then he remembered that he already owned something she previously owned— a teddy bear.

     She handed it to him when they were still friends after learning that he would donate some toys to children with disabilities. But he failed to give it away for reasons he had forgotten now, which suddenly gave her a feeling of hollowness, as any child would certainly welcome a teddy bear, and he was too busy then to remember bringing it back to her.

     He searched for the stuffed toy, found it, and slept cuddling it.

     He dreamt of a child with disability approaching him and giving him a teddy bear.

     When he took a peek at her Twitter account the next day, he saw that she posted a strange tweet.

     I woke up this morning with my body feeling sore, like someone had hugged me tightly and touched me all night.