Dear Lou Lou

Dear Lou Lou 

I like the way you sit by my pillow, purple and soft, curled up in a ball with wispy threads sticking out like fur. 

You calm me down. 

I always feel cold when I first touch you, but then you warm up from the heat of my face against your cheek. 

You lost a few buttons. 

I would twirl them between my fingers in my sleep, and pretend they were knobs on a spaceship. 

You have holes in your sleeves. 

I remember them since my mom first gave you to me when I was a baby. 

You make me remember myself. 

I am older now, but I still reach for your cool cotton sometimes. 

I'll miss you in college. 

Love 

Your childhood friend.