I never created BLYOSC.
Concern appeared in the Roswellian sheriff's eyes after he viewed Becky frowning by a table. He approached her as she poured imaginary tea into a cup. ''Becky?'' He watched while his daughter's shoulders slumped. ''Becky? It's time for bed.''
''Pickles is gone.'' There were tears in Becky's eyes.
The sheriff frowned before he nodded. ''I'm afraid so. He had to go with Buzz Lightyear and the others.''
''I know,'' Becky muttered. She stood and approached her bed. She got on it before she fell asleep.
Becky found herself in her bedroom. Near the table and more than a handful of stuffed animals. Her eyes widened when she recognized a certain red alien sitting near the table. She started to smile. ''Pickles!'' she exclaimed. After Becky ran to her friend, she attempted to wrap her arms around him. ''Tea?''
Becky's friend nodded.
Seconds later, Becky opened her eyes and sat up in bed. Her large eyes settled on her toys and tea cups. Pickles wasn't there.
Frowning again, she viewed every toy. One thoughtful expression formed. She then smiled before she fell asleep again.
It was the next morning when Becky sat with every toy and had tea. She had her toys and couldn't wait to fall asleep. Becky was going to enjoy having tea with her dream friend again.
THE END