August 3, 2012

An Aside

Each night, I go to bed with a 1’4” stuffed bear called Howard. He may appear to be a little stiff, but he fits perfectly in the crook of my arm and is actually rather snuggly. One of his ears is a little smaller than the other, which makes him look just a trifle mischievous, I think. He’s settled into a quiet, dignified look as he’s grown older, his only real sign of age being a small discolored spot on his left ankle. Over the last twenty-some-odd years, a tight bond has formed between Howard and me. Truth be told, I can’t sleep without him.