brain rot

i forgot something.

discomfort began to grow on my side. i flipped the side in which laid upon my bed. a soft chill had ran down my bad, the sudden feeling of not being alone had cast over me. i didn't dare look back.

then i had realized that the dearest cotton toy that i held so close at night was nowhere to be seen in front of me. i thought back, hitting a memory that dated back an hour or so ago when i had been sent to bed. it laid on the couch, alone in the choking darkness that the living room had become after my parents retired to their own bed.

i shivered. i dreaded ever so going out in the dark. anything could be lurking. just about anything. i perked my ear. the soft bubbling from our fish tank was all that was heard out my door.

i took the chance and turned around. i felt a wave of safety after i fully scanned the room. it was brightly lit with the rosey pink hue coming from my flower nightlight that practically floated in the corner. what wasn't brightly lit was the void that can be seen at the bottom of my door.

i sighed, not even thinking about trying to exit my safe-haven. i turned back around and shoved myself under the blankets, struggling to let myself rest.

an - a short one, but this one dates back to me when i was 7-10 and had this crocheted unicorn my mom had made for me. she based her off of sweetie belle from mlp but made her limbs a little more funky and added a frill to the hoof-areas. that toy is still with me, however i'm not quite sure where in my room it is.