My teddy...
Purple patches of warm, soft cotton fur
I feel the stuffing coming out of the little rip by its leg but it still gives me joy seeing my childhood friend.
I smell the aroma of berries lingering towards towards me. I follow the scent sniffing like a bear and I find my teddy sitting there on my bed.
I here the sound of squeaking from my toys arm and a smile races across my face.
I see the words MY FIRST TEDDY written across my teddys chest in slightly darker purple treading. I can taste the cookies, chocolate milkshakes, orange juice and lollies from my tea parties I had with my teddy named purple teddy.
Its amazing how just one teddy can make me feel like the most wonderful girl in the world.
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