meisa's lagoon

at home in bed, i often hold my stuffed dog, doggie, as my source of comfort. i've had him for 22 years or so. he's lost his eyes, ears, and arms multiple times but he's all in one piece for the time being. one of his arms has been sewn back on upside down, so he has two left arms, but that doesn't seem to matter much to him. he also doesn't seem to care that he used to be white once. i don't even remember that time, i think i was too young. but my parents tell me it's true.
my other security blanket is actually a book that is always on my nightstand, a royal pain by ellen conford. i have the entire book memorized, so i never start from the beginning, i just pick it up and open it where ever and start reading. it's missing both of its covers now and the ink where sharelle daily wrote my name across the side of its pages in 5th grade is fading fast. but those nites when i'm sad, homesick, or lonely abby adams (ordinary kansas teen switched at birth with the princess of tiny european nation, saxony coburn) and her adventures keep me company and lull me to sleep.