The Boy Bear

I scribbled for a while, trying to work out his shape. His face was kinda sad.The other night I dreamed that I had dreamed of someone else's teddybear. And in the dream I remembered the little pink teddy bear of my childhood. I decided that I should draw my teddybear when I woke up, and honour him with a story in my Sketchbook.

He was pink, with big blue glass eyes, and looked like a jigsaw-puzzle piece. You'd think, being pink, he'd be a she, but he was definitely a boy bear. He had an open, hopeful expression: like he really needed a hug, waiting to be imprinted with my memories. And boy, did I love him!