...may bring flowers.
It wouldn't be long. He sat across the room, watching her sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only movement in the dark room. She'll enjoy this game. Maybe not at first but in the end she would. Thinking back on all the stories she had told, he smiled to himself. All those stories she had told him were irresistible. Slowly, he struggled to turn his head towards the window. It wasn't fair that someone like that existed when this was all he was. A simple plush, unable to do virtually anything. Perhaps he wasn't being completely honest with himself though. While it was true she was much stronger than him, he had a few tricks up his sleeve.
Soon.
The temptation lingered. Before, he had tried to fight it. It's not worth it, he told himself. You could be happy like this! But, he thought as he agonizingly dragged himself towards that window, letting the moonlight fall on him, I could be so much more!
Amaryllis.
Amaranth.
Hollylock.
It was foolish to think he would ever be satisfied. And as he stared into the stars that shined above him, he vowed he would see them all.
