It was quiet when you woke up. No chirping birds, no barking dogs, no wind blowing gently through the trees... Just eerie, uncomfortable silence. The only audible sound in your room was your shallow breathing, and the faint rustling of bed sheets slipping to the ground. Your feet, which were freezing cold through the first half of the night, and boiling hot through the next, gently slid across the hardwood floors as you stood and walked to the small bathroom. What you saw in the mirror made you sigh. Chapped lips, tired eyes, and a less than perfect complexion stared back, accusatory and furious. "Jesus..." You mumbled, covering your eyes and rubbing them. Although you knew that eight hours on a plane would be less than pleasant, this was... Ghastly. Absolutely atrocious. You let your head slowly sink down to the sink's rim, the cool porcelain forgiving. In two more hours, you would have to go grocery shopping with currency you had no idea how to use, walk around a neighborhood that brought back unpleasant memories, and get ready for your new job: a secretarial position for some bigwig in government. Oh, well. At least the money was good. As you pick up your toothbrush and stick it into your mouth, you notice a faint tapping noise. You still, and listen again. The noise continued, though less rapid, and what sounded like footsteps running away from your house. Toothbrush still in your mouth, you jogged to your front door and whipped it open, suspicious. Nothing was there, not a bird, plane, or man. Not a... You look down at your feet, and make a high pitched sound deep in your throat as you leap away. A teddy bear? What was a teddy bear in a sailor's costume doing on your front steps? Cautiously, you poked it with your toe, and it fell on it's side. You'd heard stories of men giving women stuffed animals with cameras in their eyes to spy on them while they dressed. You narrowed your eyes, and considered throwing it into the bushes, or the trash can in your kitchen. You wanted to, probably should have, and would have, if... If the thing didn't look so... Not familiar, but as if you had seen it before, in a dream that you had when you were very young. So, with that thought, you picked it up by it's tiny sewn-on hat and sat it down on your kitchen table. If not good for anything else, it would be good as a friend.
The child watched from the hedge as you stared at his favorite toy, looking as if you were having a particularly stumping chess match in your head. And, with an annoyed sneer, you pick up his teddy by his hat with your index and middle finger, and unceremoniously put him on your kitchen table. A devious grin stretched across his mouth, and he stifled a giggle. He knew you couldn't have forgotten! He stood up, brushing off leaves and sticks, and made his way back to his home. Now, how to make you come to his home and make you agree into properly marrying him!