"Time for bed, sweetie."
I crawl into my bed.
"Are you okay sweetie?"
I held Butter, my yellow stuffed bunny tight.
"Yes, Mommy."
She kisses me, walks away, turns off the light, and closes the door. I fall asleep.
"Hey, Butter."
"Hi, Rachel."
Butter likes to talk to me when nobody's around. We like to go on adventures.
"What do you want to do tonight?" He asks me.
"Cookies." I wanted to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
I hold Butter in my left hand, and we head to the kitchen. Mommy is asleep.
I struggle to reach the jar, which is on top of the fridge. I place Butter on my shoulders and he grasps my head.
I quietly grab a chair and prop it next to the fridge. I reach harder. I can almost touch the jar. Butter intervenes.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
"Any idea that involves cookies is a good idea," I reply.
Suddenly I hear the door opening.
"RUN," Butter whispers into my ear. I jump off the chair and sprint to my room. Then Butter and I pretend to fall asleep.
But soon, we are no longer pretending.
YOU ARE READING
My Best Friend Butter
Fantasy6-year-old Rachel's stuffed bunny is special. He is alive. He keeps Rachel calm. He talks to her. After Rachel tells a lie, she develops a fear of ghosts, and even Butter can't calm her down. Will she get over her fear?
