I rested my head on the stuffed bear's arm, turning it slowly to face me, and though I tried to hold back the tears, I broke into a sob, having no control over the wails emanating from my throat. I screamed into its soft chest as I clutched it in my arms. Convulsive gasps escaped my throat. My body jerked, wetting the bear's fur as I cried, wishing, praying.

Its arm supported my head as I continued to weep, feeling so lost but so warm. After what felt like hours, my eyes became dry. My voice had quieted but even still. I held the bear close, not uttering a word, just holding it. I rocked myself slowly to calm myself further, and though I felt as if I could fall asleep lying here, my heart and head had never been more full of thoughts and wants.