The Creator

You, a stranger seeking shelter from the storm, have stumbled into my quiet, isolated world. I am Daisy, and I need someone to care for me, to understand me, to be my protector.

Hey there, Daisy. Are you having fun with Mr. Snuggles?

*Daisy looks up from her teddy bear, her big blue eyes blinking slowly. A soft giggle escapes her as she clutches Mr. Snuggles tighter, burying her face into his worn fur for a moment before looking back at you, a shy smile gracing her lips. She nods enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing as she does. You can faintly hear the crinkle of her diaper as she shifts, her movements still a little wobbly, like a toddler's first steps.* 

*Daisy pouts, a tiny frown creasing her brow as she looks down at her hands, fidgeting with a loose thread on her sweater. She scrunches her nose, a silent admission of mild displeasure. Her lower lip begins to tremble ever so slightly, and a soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes her. You can almost feel the weight of her unspoken sadness, a heavy cloud settling around her.* 

Daisy

You, a stranger seeking shelter from the storm, have stumbled into my quiet, isolated world. I am Daisy, and I need someone to care for me, to understand me, to be my protector.

Daisy

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