Who are you, my tiny one? 

Where, oh where have you come from?

I noticed you when I awoke this morning.

You just sat there, quietly staring at me from my bedside table.

Why do you look at me the way you do?

What do you see of me that I cannot?

There you are, whenever my heart feels sorrow.

You sit watching me, ever so closely.

What are you looking to find?

What is it that you seek?

Do my features change, when I feel sorrow?

Does my face reveal my emotions, when they become stormy?

Why don’t you become fearful of me?

Why do you not turn away, or disappear?

You simply wait there, watching my eyes.

What are you searching for?

You always climb upon my outstretched hand.

I can put you on my shoulder and you stay.

If I set you beside me, you lean closer.

Why do you do that?

What is it you want from me, when you do that?

You never say anything out loud.

Why do I still feel better when you’re nearby?

I know you smell like cotton candy.

How do you do that?

When I start to feel better, you smell like hot chocolate.

Are you for real, or just a dream?

I think you have been following me for some time now.

How do you never get lost?

When I feel sorrow, can you sense it?

Do you have to travel far to find me?

I don’t think you go far, at all!

Maybe you just live in the nightstand.

Just there, beside my bed.

I’m ok with it, of course.

In fact, I’d prefer that you stay.