Stuffed

I was sewn together in a sweat shop located in Peking China in the year 2007. I came into consciousness soon after my head was stuffed with the finest polyester from the Western province... I painfully experienced being sutured directly to a chest without benefit of a neck...

The second night of my journey, I dozed.. Half asleep and half awake, I was able to glimpse the slit of the moon as I slept in a crate on a bed of styrofoam beads. And there I witnessed angels, graphically depicted; horribly colossal, like DaVinci's David....

On the third day, the din of barkers at a rural carnival brought me fully to life. I found myself suffocating in a prison of plastic. As I faded out of consciousness again, I was suddenly released from the bag by a smelly man with dirty finger nails.

He was a smoking cigar. He hung me high next to the others. There were shouts and great laughter and I was soon handed to a little girl of no more than four. Her hands were hot and they were sticky with cotton candy, She picked her nose.

Minutes later, I was taken to a great white house in a pretty neighborhood. The little girl placed me on her bed. Later, she returned to bind my arms with a long piece of pink tapestry. She wrapped it around me several turns. Then she took me downstairs.

And they all passed me around... They held me cocooned in the beautiful tapestry,cooing at me like pigeons. And as they pulled the unraveling strand, the fabric became tighter. I could not move my arms. I was imprisoned once more.

They were beautiful. Young, old, mother, daughter alike.

"Help me!!!!!" I screamed at them.

They merely laughed quietly at me and stroked my fur each time I would scream for release..for freedom.