A Toy's Story –Sheppard part 2
I've finally decided on a way to document my time here in this hell-hole. Notches. Primitive, sure, but affective. The window, above the huge bed, has the most wonderful view of rambling hills and farmland. I know this because 'she' put me on the windowsill because, in her words, "I'm going out now, John. I'll put you here so you don't get bored."
Then she kissed my head. I though I was gonna die. Seriously, just one of her lips is like the size of my frickin' arm! Nice smile though. Shame about the obviously mental issues. Like I said, she is pretty nice to me.
I've calmed down somewhat now. I know now *what* I am. Had it pointed out to me in numerous fun and Technicolor ways. The care bear, on the bookshelf over by the door, told me. Then the fucking little Mermaid - Ariel to my friends' hun ;P - chimed in, confirming my, well, I was gonna say 'worst nightmare' but when drawing up the list, I gotta tell ya, waking up a plastic action figure, didn't come within 4 feet of the list. It fact, I'm pretty sure that particular worst nightmare was out of the country at the time. It was Cuernavaca!
I will kill anyone, by the way, who tells Rodney how long it took me to figure out what I am. Or how long it took me to come up with the 'notches' thing. That's a secret that I'll be taking to the grave. Oh… I've just thought, since I *am* a plastic action figure can I even die? Would I have a grave to take my secret to?
Damn it. Now I'm gonna be stuck with philosophical thoughts all day. Day… Oh, yeah I was explaining how I know days begin and end. The window. Sun comes up, sun comes down. I use the safety pin I found on the desk to add a notch to my boot. Well, it is plastic after all.
I think I'll go see Ariel, she mentioned something about a 'new arrival' to love-a-lot bear. We've been mildly flirting since I got here… who knows this place might turn out to be alright!