Catseye colored buttons slightly muted by the layer of dust, still wink in the faint light trickling through the basement window. One is chipped from its edge to the thin thread holding it in place, a wound of love being dragged behind on some adventure. Remembering the little fingers tracing the jagged edge, as if polishing away the pain as they drifted off to sleep.
One leg dangles from the drab green metal shelf, the other resting against the cool face of a glass vase. His reflection on the surface still hints at nights spent cuddled tightly between arm and breast, as he kept watch for things creeping out of the closet, allowing his playmate to sleep soundly. White and black fur, worn to excess, carries hints of frosting and cookies and night time confessions.
His little buttons had beheld the majesty of beach vacations and mountain streams, birthday parties and asphalt fading into the horizon from his perch upon the back pack. Now the expanse of grey concrete and forgotten knick knacks, were all the world he knew, his memories keeping him barely warm. Forgotten, he sits.
Flickering lights and mumbling voices awaken his wide eyed slumber, his companion that once held him strides into the room, pausing, confronted by the gleam in the buttons of an old friend. Firm hands retrieve him from his perch, pull him close and breath deep the nostalgia.
Let me introduce you to someone Teddy.
Little hands grasp him gently, exploring stories untold wrapped in stinching. No bells, no whistles, or moveable parts, just a bear in need of a little boy's heart. Once more worthy to love and be loved, really he always was, just waiting for a time such as this. Up the stairs he trails, swinging upside down by one clutched foot, small black thread of a mouth curling into a smile, beneath his eyes made of buttons.