22 July 2009
I'm sad, you know that Sly? It's weird to think this, but I'm kind of jealous that my girlfriend can hear her plushies talk back.
I know we just got you, a gift from my girlfriend, no less. Yes, the very same. I should give you time to get to know me better, and I, you, perhaps.
I hope you come to trust me, and show me you've got a voice too.
[He pauses for several very long moments, nearly a minute, before continuing.]
Oh well. Take all the time you need. Good night, Sly.
23 July 2009
Well, another day here and gone, Sly. I hope you had plenty of fun. I wonder what you do all day when I'm out, think about things, I imagine? Especially since I don't really have other plushies. Except for Ein up on the top shelf, who's in a plastic box. And Tsukasa and Mana of course, but it wouldn't surprise me if they kept mostly to themselves, whispering to each other if they talk at all.
There's Baby Grunty up there too. Maybe you two would get along, despite that I keep him up on that shelf, and I'm going to try to keep you closer, hoping you'll choose to whisper something in my ear.
[He yawns, widely, deeply, and for long enough to make his jaw ache.]
I was going to tell you something else too, but that'll have to wait for another night. Talk to you later, Sly.
24 July 2009
I wrote it down this morning so I wouldn't forget. Well, both of them down actually. The question I had for you this morning and the thing I was going to tell you about the other night.
I hope it's you and not just me, but... well, I've been waking up in the mornings, and sometimes in the middles of the night, and in the past few nights, you've been there, on my bed still. Even if all my other blankets and such have fallen or been kicked to the floor. and I'm sorry if I've kicked you or rolled over onto you in my sleep. I didn't mean to, honest. It's just... not something I'm used to, sleeping with another animal on my bed. And Leo's never said anything, spending most of the time down on my feet as he does. Except when I'm feeling lonely.
Maybe that's why I'm hoping to hear you talk back. even if you only talk back to me. You know I'd never say anything. Well, maybe to Krys, but not if you asked me not to. I'm good at keeping secrets and being considerate to other people's feelings. And if you don't trust me me yet and all, I understand, I really do.
[He pauses, smiles, stroking and rubbing Sly.]
Sorry. I guess I never got to my question did I? And I hope me going off like that doesn't bother you. Just something I do when I'm alone--except for my plushies, of course--and got stuff on my mind.
Anyway, my question: I was wondering if that was you staying on my bed? Or if I just happned to miss knocking you off? Or if you've been dodging me? I'm sorry if I've knocked you in my sleep and such. I hope you know I really didn't mean to.
Wow, it's gotten late really fast and I didn't get to that other thing again. Hopefully tomorrow I'll not get off track and rambling again.
Of course, if you're really impatient and just want to know what it was, don't hesistate to speak up, alright?
[He smiles weakly at the fox.]
I thought not. Well, good night, Sly. If you sleep, I hope you sleep well.
25 July 2009
Hey there, Sly. Hope your day wasn't as boring as mine was. I wanted to get to that thing that I keep saying I want to share before I get too far off track and rambling again, okay?
So I've been reading Onion Girl, by Charles de Lint. I don't know if you've have a chance or incentive to glance at it while I'm out and when I've left it in my room.
I'm not going to get into what it's about, because that isn't the point, and I know I'll just get distracted again. But in the story, there's a girl who raises a tree. And she raises it, not by watering it, or pruning it, or anything like that. Instead she feeds it stories. It grows into a huge beautiful tree.
Being a fox, and as smart as I know you are, I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. I hope just chatting and talking and sharing things with myself you'll grow too. Maybe not so much as growing bigger, but growing to trust me maybe? Growing to feel confident in me to share of yourself on some of these quiet, lonely nights. Or just what you do or think about all day. Or all night, or whichever it is. Anything you think about, if anything at all, I'd love to hear it.
[He smiles, more strongly tonight than on past nights, stroking Sly's soft fur.]
So that's what I'm going to do, Sly. I'm going to keep talking to you, as long as I can. Helping you grow. And maybe, some day, you'll say something back. Even if it's just something small, like "good night, Ace". I'd love to hear that.
Good night, Sly. I hope you sleep well.