Hey… It’s me again.
Man, it’s dark up here… Do you mind if I keep this hatch open?
Might scare away the mites and shadows that gather here in hordes.
And look at you… Just as I remember.
Okay, a bit dustier.
I know, I know, I’ve been terribly busy doing this and that.
Growing up.
Don’t fret, I always love to see you.
The way you’re always gazing with that same longing expression.
Those eyes that once saw adoration.
Adventures and imagination.
Oh, did you know I got that job we always dreamed about?
I’ll be sailing for real now, a specialist in the Royal Navy.
Bit larger than the ships we used to pilot, made of pillows and duvets.
Though I imagine it might be lonely.
At least for a little while.
Hey, do you know where that treasure box is?
A bit like yours but a tad smaller.
You know, the one with all those coursebooks I filled out in school.
All the novels we read when we were younger.
Certificates and tidbits, pieces of the past.
Viciously protected and easily forgotten.
I could have sworn it was under the TV but I can’t find it anywhere…
Maybe I’m blind.
I wonder if you move around up here.
Dance when nobody’s watching.
Do you go and visit all those lands we used to dream up?
Mighty spaceships and colorful jungles.
Play was endless.
Life seemed so much wider…
The other toys were taken — I’d started to look like a hoarder.
They’re in good hands — the neighbor’s kid.
Oh? Why did I keep you?
I don’t really know.
It could be that I’m sentimental.
Or maybe I’m just scared.
Ah, there’s the box I needed.
Well… That’s everything.
Till next time, Teddy.
