Literature
Couldn't Find Pansies
Couldnt Find Pansies
Lying stretched out on my stomach on my mauve-blanketed bed, I see my little stuffed bear sitting beside my Build-A-Bear monkey, Lionel. Standing only five or six inches tall in its permanent sitting position, it rests snuggled beside my gray boxer-clad monkey.
Shifting my weight and reaching an arm forward, I take the little bear in my hand. Its short, smooth hot cocoa-brown fur caresses my palm. It, like Lionel, has a pale beige belly, face, and feet. In the place of eyes, two ink-black glassy domes sit, and an opaque triangular piece sits at the tip of its snout. Black stitching drops down from said n