Am I Blue? No. But He Is.

Such a trying time I had last evening. I was without my closest friend. My near-constant companion who spends every evening with me, wrapping me in his loving arms. He has even been riding to school with me as of late. And going inside to wait until the end of the school day. He stays right there in the classroom with me, but I have to keep him hidden from the students. It's our little secret that he's just a few feet away, only a thin layer of particle-board separating him from my pupils. After school, I wait until the halls are clear to reunite with my old softie. We hustle out the door, hoping to remain unseen.

Yes, I spent last evening without him. Hating every second. My blood ran cold. I was yearning for his soft touch. His caress. Nobody warms the cockles of my cold, cold heart like he.

Sure, our relationship is not perfect. He's a bit of a pest when I try to wash the dishes. And on occasion, he simply rubs me the wrong way, and gives me static. But I would still rather have him in my life than not.

The Pony offered to go up and look for my closest friend. I declined. I knew the reason for our separation, you see. In fact, I was the cause. No. I'm not proud.

I threw my near-constant companion into a maelstrom and left him. The reason? His complexion. He had developed more spots than a dalmation pup snuggled up with a leopard on the back of an appaloosa. Yes. I know that's shallow of me. But it was to the point that I was embarrassed to be seen with him clinging to me.

Time heals all wounds. This morning he was refreshed. His complexion clear. We reunited just before breakfast. Such a warm fuzzy feeling to be in the arms of my dear companion once again.

I truly love my blue Hanes sweatshirt.