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We creep, our footsteps light and swift as we lurk in the dark. We seek things most do not. We seek what most should. We tread lightly in unknown territory, basking in the memories and thoughts that keep us going. We roll when needed, we leap when we must, we crouch when absolutely necessary.

We must get to our destination.

The trail is dark; it's covered with shadows due to the overhanging branches from the canopy above, the rain has turned the path into a muddy dream, the animals that once were bustling about with energy have all stepped down and have permanently gone to sleep. He keeps you going, though. He doesn't want you to miss out.

He is a friend.

He scuttles at your side and nudges you when you fall, even helping to wipe off all the mud he can from your clothes. He doesn't speak. Hell, he doesn't make any sound. But he is a friend. He makes sure you get enough sleep for school the next day, he reminds you to take care of yourself even when things are hard, and he makes sure that you know he cares for you. You trust him. You care for him.

He's your friend.

He bounces along as he scouts out the dangerous path for you, wary of what may be lurking in the dark to attack you. He's a small thing, that much is certain, but he's willing to take all that's thrown at you to keep you safe.

He's here for you.

He won't let you fall.

You make it to your destination! You're safe! He hops in excitement and seems to wish you well as he circles around you. He's happy for you too! You did it! Good job!

You've made it to happiness and you have a friend who loves you!

Your heart is full, your life is meaningful, and you are finally happy.