I know I’m very behind. I’m hard at work on the stories, I just can’t post them as soon as they happen, for the most part. But this one was just too cute to share, I think. In my personal opinion.
100 Writings in 100 Days
Writing # 2
October 17, 2014
The room was dark as she carefully climbed into bed, tucking herself in under her blankets. She eyed the dark suspiciously for only a moment before finally reaching over for her stuffed animal. Most people had teddy bears, but she had me, a Penguin. I recognize that my job is very important, having to protect my human from the scary things that go bump in the night. And trust me, it is quite scary.
As she gathered me up into her arms, I could tell she’d had a very bad day because of how tightly she held me. Her bad days were getting worse and worse, with less spacing in between. I tried to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but I am only a penguin. My mouth does not move, and I cannot even hug her back. I do my best to stay on the bed so she can always find me, but sometimes I fall off. Anyway, the point is I do all that I can to let her know I’m there for her.
She tosses and turns for a bit, her body twitching with the first signs of slumber. This is when the job of a stuffed animal really matters. As our humans fall asleep, lots of things come out to try and take advantage of the now vulnerable humans. It is our job to protect them from the dark and grotesque that bumps and thumps in the dark. I prepared myself for epic battle.
Carefully I slid from her arms, once her breathing evened out and she snored quietly. I surveyed my surroundings. So far, so good. Nothing to be afraid of thus far. All of a sudden, I heard it. A very low, very quiet moan. The monster in the closet was back, and I launched myself over to it, closing the door and locking it inside. No monsters will attack my human, no matter how hard they try. In my haste to close the closet door, a few ghosts hovered above her. I waddled as fast as I could over to the bed, climbing up and standing over her.
“Back, you ghosts! Back! You are not allowed to touch her! She is protected!”
The power of love is a strong thing, never underestimate that. I knew she loved me, because a little guy such as myself should not be intimidating at all. But I have a very strong aura about me that deters monsters, ghosts, and ghouls. Until that love fades, I’ll always be stronger than the creepy crawlies. The ghosts fled from me, disappearing into the walls and out of sight. I heard the quiet tinkling of a bell, and turned to see some fairies buzzing around her head. Most of the damage had already been done as they sprinkled their dust over her hair. It stood up, tangling in some areas. I sighed. I hate fairies.
I managed to chase them away, and spent most of the night doing this. Each time she stirred I moved back to my spot, or as close to it as I could manage, so she would be none the wiser of my escape. It is against the Stuffed Toy Handbook for our humans to discover us.
Finally as the sun begins to rise, and she begins to wake, I climb back into her arms and hold her as close as a stuffed penguin can. As soon as her eyes open and she looks back into mine, she smiles. Good. Already beginning to feel better. I try to smile back at her, but remember that I can’t. I’m only a penguin.