>Say you're sorry
You take Hiki's hand. [I'm sorry, Hiki, I was frightened. I was afraid HE would show up.]
On a whim, you wrap him in a hug, pressing your face into shis shoulder for both comfort and to make the thread sewing your lips shut obvious.
Hiki hugs you back, relaxing slightly. You spend a moment like that, until you realize his arms are made of cloth, and are much wider, and are actually your bedsheets.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up and observe your room, feeling your lips as you do so. They feel so smooth after that strange dream, not that you don't always have your lips sewn shut ever since your first few nightmares.
The RUBY DOLL stares at you forlornly from it's shelf, still slightly damp with melted slush. Picking it up, you find a bit of moss stuck to it, which you idly throw into the garbage. It's otherwise unharmed. It doesn't look like any mold is growing on it, though it'll take a few days to really tell. Being made of cloth and stuffing, the doll took being thrown from the roof quite well.
There's a small tap at your window. To your muted surprise, you find that the Fox from last night has found your room, and is trying to get inside.
You'd love to help the thing, but it's almost time for school. You don't want to be late, do you?
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