Author's Notes: End of semester is this week, so I might not be doing anything for awhile, but I'll try. Awesome. So yeah, reviews? Please?
She was bored. Bo was lucky that she wasn't put back in the box, but the closet didn't seem much better. She had nothing to do, except pet the sheep that were apparently hers. The boy's mother she had seen earlier occasionally talked in her sleep, so at least Bo could have someone to listen to. Of course, the dreams didn't sound all rainbows and sunshine.
Most of the time they were frightening.
One night Mrs. Davis brought up a subject that made Bo think about the little cowboy doll she had seen a few days ago. And honestly, it did start out a happy dream.
"Henry? What is your definition of love?" Bo heard her mumble that night. The word love intrigued her, like it had a definite meaning in her years to come. "Are you… are you asking me to… Oh, Henry…" What was she talking about?
The night went on, and Bo still didn't know what on Earth she could be talking about, or more specifically, who Henry was.
"Henry, I'm a pregnant woman. Come home safely ok?" Henry left? "Dave? What are you doing here?...What happened to Henry?... No… please no Dave, you have to be joking… Dave please!... I, I knew I shouldn't have let him join the force! Don't tell me to calm down Dave! What am I going to tell Andy? I am going to have this baby in a couple of months! I, I can't do this alone Dave, I just can't! Henry, please…"
Mrs. Davis mumbled the name Henry for a few more moments, and then stopped completely. Bo sat and thought to herself. Who was Henry? What, happened to him? And more importantly, what did the word love mean? Hadn't she had love for the little boy, Andy, she'd seen a few days back?
Bo longed for company so bad. She wanted someone to answer her questions. Bo thought about talking to Mrs. Davis, but something told her inside it wasn't right, so she never did. The thought of the cowboy doll, the only other toy she'd ever seen, haunted her thoughts continually.
She snapped out of her mind when a loud crack was heard in the room. Bo looked out of a crack from the closet. Mrs. Davis was still sound asleep. Again she heard the crack. She scanned the room through squinted eyes. Something was lurking in the shadows. Bo saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and she snapped her head around to see if she could spot whatever was in the room.
Her body was filled with terror. Perhaps it was a robber? Or a murderer? What would she do? Mrs. Davis lied there in a very vulnerable way, and Bo herself was much smaller than any human.
Suddenly a thud was heard, and out of the darkness and into the moonlight, given by the window, an object landed. The object was a little cowboy hat.
A little hand extended from out of the shadows, and out crept a whole figure, which Bo froze upon seeing.
It was the little cowboy doll.
If Woody hadn't felt like an idiot actually entering Andy's mother's bedroom just to see if he could find the porcelain doll he'd seen a few days back, he definitely felt like one now. He'd tripped on one of the creaky boards on the hardwood floor and landed on his face.
Woody reached out to grab his hat that had fallen off in the process. He stood up to recompose himself, and then continued his search. What am I doing? I don't even know her! She's going to think I'm crazy…Something else shining in the moonlight caught his eye.
Woody looked at the source, and out peered a little face that was hard to recognize. The face pulled away quickly upon seeing someone had noticed it.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you," whispered Woody. "I'm looking for a certain doll that came on a lamp for a baby shower. Uh, have you seen her?" No response came from the closet. Woody bit his lip. "Is it… um, ok if I come up?" he said. Again, no response came.
A sense of franticness came from both points of view. That feeling is very contagious. It makes the mind panicky, even though the event might not be so panic-worthy. A sense of determination came upon the two though. Longing thoughts wavered and indeed gave Woody the strength to walk any closer towards the closet.
He pushed one of the doors aside, and started to climb the shelving unit. He pulled his head over each one, trying to spot whomever the face belonged to. Finally he made it to a taller shelf, and spotted the very lamp which the porcelain doll belonged to.
If he had a heart, it would have been thumping very hard through his chest. Yet, he did feel a sensation throughout his stuffing that he could not describe. An object was slightly shown behind the lamp itself. With as much bravery as he could muster, he slowly walked towards the other side of the lamp.
Woody's hands were trembling like something else. Why was this so difficult? The white and pink polka-dot dress was seen first, and then the whole gentle figure of the porcelain creature. Woody stood directly in front of her, again seeing the full view of her mysterious and beautiful bright blue eyes. She had an expression of wonder and terror at the same time upon her face.
Suddenly her legs seemed to give out, and she started to fall forward. Woody caught her, but fell down himself. Her cold white skin brushed against his face. She landed on his lap, and then pulled away quickly, not daring to stand up again.
"H-hi, W-Woody I name…" was all Woody could blubber out. The girl gave a small laugh, and then stopped as if shocked she could giggle at all.
Woody cleared his throat. "Ah, heh, um, listen, I'm sorry if I frightened you, it's just…" The utter silence of the room made talking harder. "Er, I saw you at, um, the baby shower, and I just wanted to, well, say…"
Woody tried to stand up. He dusted off his jeans, and extended an arm out to the doll. She took it nervously, and stood up carefully as well. "Be careful Ms… I'm sorry, I don't think I know your name," Woody said boldly.
She was scared immensely, and did not make a movement to speak. "I, I understand. Being a new toy and all, well, it's kind of weird the first time… Don't worry, I had a hard time at first too," said Woody gently.
She still didn't try to speak. Woody sighed. Perhaps she just couldn't talk. "Well, it's nice to, um, meet you anyway. I-" He was cut off by rustling noises coming from Mrs. Davis. He looked at the mother, and then back to the doll. "I've, got to go. See you, um, around?" And Woody quickly jumped down from the cabinets and ran out of the room, leaving the amazed and dazzled porcelain doll above.
Bo took a breath. She backed up and leaned against the lamp base and tried to comprehend what she had just experienced. For once, she could have talked to someone. She could have asked him questions, and she could have told him her name! But no, she had stood there like a rock.
How strange it is, to feel somewhat of compassion towards another. Bo tried to force the feeling away. After all, Woody was the only other toy she had met. And yet, something compelled her. The way he looked at her eyes, was mind-blowing.
The sheep at her side pawed against her legs anxiously. A thought had come across her mind. Something is different about him.
Moonlight seemed to dance across the floor, showing glances of different spots at different parts of the night. Mrs. Davis continued to remain ever restless, but Bo did not focus on the shifting noises. There was only one thought in her head.
I have to see him again.