Little Day and Little Rex

Hi sil,

I saw little Day and little Rex hanging on the rear view mirror. I remember that day when you decided we would make a few of these little poofs, because you liked the one your sister make.
We got into my car that one warm autum day and went to Michaels and bought a whole bag of these little colored cotton balls. A whole bag of eyes which you probably still have somewhere in your room. We looked around for little feet for an hour, finally we gave up.

When we got home, all we did was just pasting the eyes onto the cotton balls, and they had personality. One looked like a gold fish, the other like a shy little girl. You decided to call that yellow shy poof Little Day, and one which I gave messed up eyes Little Rex.

You put a string on them so we can hang them over my rear view mirror like those tacky fuzzy dices. For then on, everytime we go out, we could see Little Day and Little Rex kissing each other with every bump on the road.

I wish that is us right now. Seperated by distance, linked by an invisible string of love. No matter how bumppy the ride of life is, we could held on to each other by the love that we shared and come back to each other.

But it didn't turn out like that.

Now Little Day is still mad at Little Rex when he is up too high. They are still at each others side when all becomes still. Their string are holding strong but the string shared by the real Day and Rex have broken. So we each fell down to the ground.

One to the driver side, and one to the passenger side.

your friend Rex