Feleeni

I cleared off my bed today of all the little things I've left on it because it's big enough for me to still sleep with them there. Just some papers and a couple of books. I also put all the pillows back on it, and ran into an old friend underneath them: little stuffed Feleeni. He's a quirky dog/cat thing with elastic legs, polka-dotted paws, and a head that turns completely around. He's pretty cool. He didn't used to live here. He used to live at the other's house, among the law and order of the carefully stacked pillows. And now he lives in limbo. He arrived here unceremoniously in a plastic bag, along with the sweaters, books, and jewelry that was no longer welcome. The things that were no longer happy.

But I didn't want them either. Or Feleeni. And so he found his way to the botton of a stack where I wouldn't have to look at him and remember what I was thinking when I bought him for 'us' and how I felt way back then. But it doesn't really matter because the reminders of way back then are constant and sharp. At least mine are.

Hello Feleeni.