I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when one day I felt hands carefully removing me from under the pile on the table. And though I can't sleep or even really dream, I was sure that's what it was as I felt the drawstring of the bag loosen from around my neck and myself being lifted out of it.

I saw my creator, looking at me with the same look as when I was born, the same loving look they had when they stitched in my heart.

I thought for sure it was too good to be true as they carried me away from the table, holding me gingerly in their hand. My heart felt about ready to burst at the seams from how happy I was when they held me close, giving me a tight hug.

I was so happy that I was wrong to think they had forgotten me, and I could only look forward expectantly toward the day when I would finally be finished.

In my state of bliss, I didn't even notice (until it was too late) the pair of scissors in my creator's other hand. I felt a sharp pain, and then there was only nothingness.