My Dear Cousin
Legacy Name: My Dear Cousin

What is real?

Real: Actually existing as a thing or occurring in fact; not imagined or supposed.

And then there was light

I hear my name. The one who created me says it often. My Dear Cousin. It must be an important name. It must have great meaning and great power. I hear a chuckle next to me. A different, new voice. He says I am now "thinking" and that perhaps life will become more interesting. What is life? He says I will see. See? He chuckles again and says to "give it time", it will come. But what is time? He chuckles again.

Above and Below

Around me there is a gray light which becomes brighter as time passes. I "see" blurry shapes and colors. Things begin to take focus. I can see Arnold now. He tells me he is a sock puppet. He shares my shelf. He says that it is a place of great honor. There is much to see from up here though my range is limited. I wish to see more. To "move". Arnold chuckles and says to give it time. I am not sure that I like this time that he speaks of...

Am I allergic?

The one who created me gave me a gift today. It was green and brown and leafy. I stared at it very hard and tried to smell it. Then my head began to feel odd. It felt as if my stuffing was becoming heavy. I believe I am feeling fear. I ask Arnold what is wrong. Will I stop thinking? He chuckles and says that it is called Allergies. I believe Allergies are worse than time.

Night and Day

I begin to notice more of my surroundings. At times there is a glowing brightness which comes from what Arnold told me is called a window. I can see this window from the corner of my eye. The light which comes from it is warm. Other times the light fades away and it becomes dark. I ask Arnold if the window has stopped thinking. He tells me that the light does not come from the window but from the sun which is outside. Out-side? There is more than just this room and my shelf? Arnold chuckles and tells me to keep looking. Soon I see tiny dots of light in the darkness. He tells me those are stars. I believe I like stars. He tells me one day I will be able to see the pictures that the stars make "up in the sky". That other room outside of this one where I live sounds very large.

Cats

My creator is currently repairing me. I panicked at first believing that my "thinking" would escape from the rip in my seam but Arnold told me that that would not happen. I wish to believe him but I still worry. I met The Cat today. At first I found it's soft fur and vibrating humming sounds enjoyable. Then it used its large needle-like fangs and claws. Cats are like Allergies. Arnold says that they have their place. I ponder this as my creator heals me. I am still pondering as I watch the stars come out into the night sky from the corner of my eye. The sky seems larger tonight.

Go forth

I feel, tingly. I feel. I slowly turn my head from side to side. Arnold grins. I can see him fully now. He is an odd tube shape with a face and mouth. He has no arms or legs. Slowly, I stand and stretch. I take my time. This feeling is new. I ask Arnold if this is called "moving". He chuckles and asks what I will do now. I reach down and pick him up. I leap down from my shelf. I feel alive. I see The Cat and smile. "Hold on Arnold. I believe I have found a purpose for cats."

to whom it may concern

Arnold and I found a dictionary. It has many words in it. One day, I asked him if I was alive. He told me to "look it up" so I do. Reading the definition, I ask if I am organic. He says that the wool used in the fabric of my body is from sheep and sheep are organic therefore so am I. This makes some sense to me and I nod in agreement. Do I have the capacity for growth? He says I ask many questions and learn which is a form of growth. Do I reproduce? What does that mean? He says that it means that I can create offspring from myself. I look down at myself. There is a small bit of what Arnold says is called "lint" stuck to me. I pull it off and ask him if this is my offspring. He chuckles and says that it is good enough. I place my offspring on the floor and tell it to go forth such as I did. It does not move. Perhaps it is not yet ready. I look back at the dictionary. I ask Arnold what "functional activity" means. Arnold says that it means that I have tasks and am able to do things day to day. He says that an example would be that it is my task to take care of The Cat while on our journey. I rub The Cat's soft belly and thank him for helping me to be alive. I read more. This last part makes me ponder. I am quiet for so long that Arnold asks me what is wrong. I tilt my head and look at him. Will I age and die one day? Arnold smiles quietly. He says one day we all die but that is part of life. I ask if I will stop thinking when I do. He chuckles this time. He says that I will never stop thinking especially with all of the questions I seem to have. I nod appreciatively at this. There is much to this life.

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