I used to be fluffy. I was pure white. Now, I’m grey. My hair is matted. Look at the shape of me! I can’t hold my neck up from when the brother strangled me, and right in front of the kid too. Sick bastard. What’s with that kid? If I’m in the bed he’s pile driving me. On car rides, he’s gotta smash my face against the window. I think he wants his own unicorn, but he’s too cool to admit it. There was that one time when the kid was sick and he wrapped me up in that damn polka dot blanket she loves and brought me down to her. That was nice. Most days I just lay staring up wondering about the kid. She talks to me ya know. She tells me all her dreams. It’s hard, because I wish I was a real unicorn ya know? There’s this book “Uni the Unicorn” about a unicorn that believes in little girls. The unicorn gets made fun of and everyone thinks she’s nuts and then, whattadya know? Boom. She meets a little girl who believes in unicorns. They ride over a goddamn rainbow and their like best friends. It kills me inside. The kid must have read this book a thousand times to me. And I know it’s supposed to be happy but I can’t help but wonder or think that she’s disappointed in me. She won’t say it out loud to me, but I can feel her staring into my soul wishing I would flinch or move –something! I just wasn’t made that way, I wanna scream “I’m listenin to ya kid! I’m here!” Most days I’m thinking about her and hoping that I’ll become real, but it’s been years now, so I’ve moved on to smaller dreams. And don’t tell me blah, blah, blah the Velveteen Rabbit and Toy Story. Listen, it ain’t happenin’ for me and what I’m trying to say is I’m fine with it. If after all this time, this kid still wraps me up in that goddamn polka dot blanket and totes my ass to everything, that’s a pretty good life. We don’t need to talk or fly or do magical shit together. Her telling me her dreams every night is as real as it gets. That’s what I hold onto. That’s the magical unicorn shit. I know she’s gonna grow. I can already feel it. I haven’t been taken to one football game this fall. I know she’ll take me up north for Christmas, but someday, I might not get to see her on Christmas. We all know where this is headed, I’m not beatin’ around the bush, I’m just being real, no pun intended. This kid will grow up. Maybe she’ll have a kid of her own and try to pawn me off, but we all know what happens with shit like that. I’ll just be on a shelf somewhere. It won’t be the same. But I’m ok with that. As long as I can watch her dreams come true. As long as I get to be a part of her life and see that she’s happy and loved. I know she’ll always remember I was there. I know one day, when she’s all grown up, she’ll pull me down from some shelf and look into my eyes and without sayin’ a thing, we’ll both know what we’re talking about. That’s when she’ll know I was always there. That’s when she’ll know it was all real.