Comfort

As she sat on

her friends bed

stroking the

faded gray lamb,

little tufts of fur

like dryer lint,

she thought of

how she never

had a stuffed animal

that she slept with,

never a blanky,

never a worn

bear with an

eye missing.

And she wondered

if this is why

she craved comfort?

Had she of had

a pale blue bunny

to sleep with

growing up,

would she no longer

feel so lonely in

her own bed?

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