Okay I was bored last night and I asked my friend to give me something to write about. That's how Mr. Dueddles (pronounced duddles) came into being. Well technically he already existed. My own boyfriend won this stuffed hippo for me at a fair last year, showing up some little kid that thought he was better than him. It was hilarious.
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Opening her eyes, she wondered what time it was. Groggily she turned over onto her side so that she was able to view her alarm clock. 1:00 am. Her body ached with tiredness, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't sleep well. Not without him.
Pushing back the covers she slowly left the comfort and warmth of her bed. Standing in the middle of her room she fingered the collar of the shirt she wore. His shirt. She could faintly smell his cologne.
She smiled, walking to her desk. Reaching out she ran her fingers along the edge of the smooth, varnished wood, her eyes following the motion until their destination was met. A picture. Him. He didn't smile, just stood there looking at the camera.
Thinking back, she tried to remember when she had taken the picture. The amusement park. That had been the day, he'd won Mr. Dueddles. Absentmindedly, she turned and searched her room. There he sat on the end of her bed.
"Mr Dueddles…." She whispered slowly, in the darkness of the room. Sitting on her bed, she grabbed the stuffed animal. She studied it. It was a purple hippo with pink polka dots.
If he had possessed the ability to breathe, he would be suffocating at that moment. She crushed him to her chest, and fell softly to her pillows.
Still holding close to her Mr. Dueddles, she breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of his cologne again. "Ryou…" She whispered as her eyes drifted closed.