"Come on!" Shelly cried. She was sitting atop a sleeping elephant. The elephant's name was Toby. She banged her hands on his back, throwing a tantrum.
"Toby! Why don't you wake up?!"
Toby and Shelly had been best friends for as long as she can remember. They did everything together. They went on road trips, had sleep overs, and she told him everything.
She was still crying as her mother ran in the room, her face covered in fear for about five seconds before she realized what was going on. Deborah sighed and looked at her daughter laying on the huge stuffed elephant. "Shelly, let Toby sleep. He's tired."
She moved her little girl over onto the bed and put her under the covers. She tucked her in as well as Toby as she'd done so many nights before. She read them a story and sang a lullaby.
She looked at her daughter fast asleep cuddling her best friend. She walked out and thought about when they bought Toby at the toy store. They came home and the look on Shelly's face was priceless.
Selective Memory
There is no such thing,
You can decide you don't want to remember...
But the fact of the matter is,
At 3am,
All I can remember is your touch,
The way you smell,
The way your arms felt around me,
The smile,
Your lips touching mine.
No matter what I do,
Or what I decide,
Or what I want...
I will always remember YOU.