send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse’s nightmares || accepting

                            ‘ It’s just a stuffed bear Riley no one’s gonna miss it! ’

He listened.

He shouldn’t have listened. Why did he listen ? !

He  r u n s  over, takes the bear.

But someone is watching. Someone saw him.

                                                          Put it back !  Run away !

He doesn’t.

They catch him, they saw him. Why isn’t he running ! ?  He’s frozen, can’t move as the grab him, YANK the plush out of his now-shaking hands. He’s crying, and I want to call out for him, yell at him to run, tell him he can still get away.

I can’t.

He’s taken away, crying the whole time. It’s my fault.

                  He’s caught because of me, he’s in trouble because of me, it’s all MY fault.

I’m sorry.