When I was young I couldn't fall asleep unless I had my doll of velveteen.
We tunneled in the yard, played brigands and played ball; until I heard her calling
His ears, stomach, and tail had all been rubbed threadbare, at least that's what they tell me, because I didn't care
When I got sick I had a fever dream that my rabbit was whispering to me.
And in the dream he said if I got well again we'd go out in the garden and play such splendid games that he could hardly wait. I swear that in that moment my fever was broken.
When the doctor said we had to burn the bed, they sent me to the seaside, took everything I had, stuffed it in a bag, put a torch to it and waited until the flames died.
But how could they stand the screams when the fire hit his seams? I can't imagine how they'd feel if they knew he was real.