My Teddy...

I couldn’t sleep last night and surprisingly I woke up early this morning. I’m still laying down in bed and too lazy to go make myself a big cup of coffee, I like this feeling, being lazy and just sitting in bed under my covers with my favorite teddy bear, I know it’s funny and I know I am too old for this, but I still have my favorite teddy with me, my twin sister got me this teddy bear when we were still 10 years old and ever since then it has been my best friend, it’s big and stuffed and I love it, sometimes when I am so upset and I don’t know who to talk to, I just go to my teddy and talk to him, so if this teddy bear ever speaks up I am in big trouble cause he knows things about me that even me don’t know. Every time I look at my teddy I remember so many things and he actually reminds me to call my sister sometimes, right now he is by my side while typing this post , looking at him makes me feel as if he knows that I am writing about him. I don’t know why this teddy bear has a very special place in my heart, he goes with me everywhere, my dad always tells me that he is lucky he gets to travel and see the world. I feel that I cannot go without my teddy. Even when I was living with my ex he came with me, I remember when I use to have big arguments with my ex my teddy use to always be there after that to listen to my wining and cursing about the second that I met my ex. My teddy is big and he is white like the snow, ever winter I get him a small red scarf that I put around his neck to keep him warm during the cold long winter nights. My friends thinks that I am crazy and just like babies but I don’t care, I love my teddy and I think that even if I am 100 years old my teddy will always be with me, I will do my best not to lose him no matter what cause if this ever happens I will be very sad, I think that it will feel like loosing a real person, he's my pet and my baby and most importantly my best friend that always listens to me when I need to talk without any interruption..