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Journal: Page dos

26 july 2009             9:10 pm

Ellie's room

The waffles.

I blamed everything I'd been through today on the waffles. Or the maple syrup. Or the milk. All I knew was that the food was responsible. 

One moment I'd been savoring the sweet, melt in your mouth waffles, drenched in maple syrup and the next moment I was writhing on the floor. 

Oh, and while I'm on the topic of waffles, Mom made them really well. Just the right amount of crunch and the...Right. Getting off topic here.

So, as I was saying (or writing, in more literal terms), everything happened too suddenly. I was eating and suddenly felt queasy. I pushed it aside, because--well, there was a plate of waffles right before me. Next thing I knew, something had rammed into the back of my head making me see white. I heard a loud scream and heard something heavy fall on the floor.

It was only when the pain came did I realize I was the heavy object. And the source of the scream.

As my eyes closed I saw a person run towards me. 

Now it gets unbelievable.

The next time I opened my eyes I was in Ellie's room. Lying face-first on the wooden floor. I couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything and couldn't hear anything. Everything felt numb.

I couldn't even think. 

The first thing I noticed on opening my eyes was the hair. The overgrown brown hair that was all over my hand. Then I noticed my hands. Round and fingerless. 

What happened to me, you ask? I had turned into a teddy bear. Ellie's teddy bear.

This was how I found myself sitting in the corner of the room, trying to pen down all of this before it breaks. Before I start thinking it was a dream. Before I stop believing myself.

I'm Marcus Bay. And this was my new reality. Whether I accepted it or not.

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If only I had accepted it then.





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