Prompt: "It's a dangerous world out there for a toy."
Source: Toy Story 2
Response: I've been hit every day - thrown up against walls, covered in hot soup and cold cereal. I've been nearly drowned and just about suffocated. And yesterday, I had had enough.
I got up early - everyone else was sleeping. The house was quiet, safe-feeling almost. I snuck down the hall. The boards creaked a little.
I went out the dog door, no use in making a racket with the big door.
The street was almost as quiet as the house, but a dog barked as I went past. I jumped, startled.
I was shaky. Dogs scare me - all those big, slobbery teeth. Perfect for ripping, tearing, deconstructing. It also felt so open on the street. I was used to the house - confining walls, familiar scenes. The wind blew through the shrubbery and raised goosebumps on my arms.
A slamming sound made me jump - literally. I was confused, scared.
A car rushed by and I turned back, diving through the dog door.
I walked back up the hall and climbed back into my girl's bed, snuggling against her warm torso. The little fingers grabbed me reflexively - just a little too tight.
I laid there, enjoying the quiet of the house before the frenzy of the day and I wondered . . . How do her parents deal with her all day?
Notes: Anyone going to see Toy Story 3? I am! Not for a while, but I won't miss it for anything.
I am back, only slightly worse for wear physically, and lots better off spiritually. Gotta love church youth activities - especially ones where you get all dirty and companionable.