My sister bought me a stuffed bear for my 9th birthday. I loved that teddy bear and slept with it most every night. I took it with me to sleepovers, and as I got older, to summer camp. I still make room for that bear in my bed. I’m surprised it doesn’t look as old as it is. We both should have more wrinkles than we do.
Growing up, my bear was much like a security blanket, but it didn’t actually make me feel secure. It did bring comfort though and over the years absorbed a lot of my tears. I just thought I’d make it clear that I love this bear. Yep, I’m forty and I sleep with a teddy bear. That’s all for today. #weirdiknow Oh and by the way, my husband’s nickname in college was Bear so I guess that means I have two. #luckyme
This is Day 22 of a 31-day series on writing naked. You can find the series in its entirety HERE.
This does not involve the removal of actual clothing. So please! keep them on!