I was just asked if I was trafficking darling’s socks.
She took me in her arms
I felt her warmth
She squeezed me a little
I melted into her;
The next morning I found myself back in my cave. It wasn’t a dream. I awoke a happy bear.
Yes even me- Wilbear. My memories are foggy almost like I have lost time. I have had several lives in one lifetime. I was on the streets of California/ gangsta style which is how I got the name Sir Cool a Lots. That seems like a lifetime ago.
Currently I live with darling and her village. I used to go on all her big adventures and she would take pictures of me. I felt very important in her life. I was her best friend. Even with the addition of GSM I was still the star. He was my bodyguard.
Then I went to the cave.
GSM went with her in the car as her body guard.
As you know I decided to go to medical school- it was like hibernating.
Darling and I still have fun but she told me not to call her that anymore. It is not her name. She is not darling. That identity no longer has a seat at the table. What to call her “little”?
I am keeping my name.
Its true. I am back. I am back from medical school.
Darling thought I was in a coma. I mean bears do hibernate. I was given to darling to take care of her when He isn’t here. I figured I better up my game.
She needs a lot of taken care of. She is a little. Shhhh. it’s kinda a secret.