Greasy black hair falls in front of my eyes as I lay on the hole riddled mattress in the corner of the attic, my red eyes closed contentedly. Of course I have Teddy, I can't sleep without him. Oh, it seems he still hasn't eaten his apple slice, silly Teddy.

My eyes fly open when I hear sounds coming from down below, and I sit up squeezing Teddy close to me while giggling. "Listen Teddy listen! There are noises downstairs, that must mean the person downstairs is there right??" Listening intently and pressing my stuffed animal to my ear, I shake my head and dig my fingers into the skin on my cheek. "Silly Teddy, of course I like them, and you like them too!"

Rocking back and forth on my heels with a wide, cracked lipped grin on my face, I nuzzle my nose into Teddy's moth eaten fabric before a crack of light appears from the floor causing me to cock my head in curiosity; why is the forbidden door opening?

Crawling closer but remaining in the dark, I stare unblinking as my chapped hands give me some support because of how food deprived I am, no mice have come up here lately for me to eat, maybe they all decided to take a little nap in their tiny cottages? That thought is nice but I do hope they come back. I shift in my hiding place as the crack of light becomes bigger and I finally lay eyes on the person from downstairs.