Mr Bunny − 7 October, 1994

The first time I encountered Mr Bunny, I was at school and he was lying there, off white and soft, on a table along with numerous other articles that were being sold at 0.25$.

I was lonely and miserable. I remembered how bunnies had always been part of furry collection when I was a kid. Seeing him there...the vision just jumped up at me. He was lonely too and I needed his company.

I bought him even if it meant I couldn't buy the 2 litres pint of milk I had my eyes on at the depanneur. I just couldn't leave him there. I put him into my backpack and brought him home after class.

We slept together for years and years even when I had a boyfriend. I felt safer with him in my arms, protected and understood.

Last night I took him into my bed again. He wasn't far, put away on a shelf because I thought I was strong enough to push away bad thoughts and sadness. He didn't say a word of reproach and didn't make me feel guilty as I pushed away my two dragons and pulled him by the ears. He slept with me, offering me his strength, knowing that only he could take away the pain.

I woke up and he was still there between my arms and smushed against my breasts. I left him in my bed sure that I am going to see him again tonight.