From the perspective of one who had/has a relationship with an inanimate object...
Nicholas Bear. He is a teddy bear about 3 feet high that Santa Claus brought me when I was 6 years old. He is a beautiful honey colour and has big soulful brown eyes.
Throughout childhood and beyond he was my best friend, confidant and comfort. I would tell him all my secrets, dress him in natty little outfits, and I dragged that bear EVERYWHERE. He was too big to carry around with me for the most part, but I would sit him with me in the car, on the sofa, etc., and he always slept next to the wall with his head on the pillow beside me.
He even went away to university with me, and lived in my dorm room.
At the age of 40, I still have him. Little easy child has fallen in love with Nicholas Bear, and he now keeps Nick in his bed, just the same way I used to. Interestingly, I never told Little easy child any details about Nicholas. He just seems to have adopted him, the same way I did.
There was a level of trust with Nicholas. I knew he understood me and I didn't have to try and explain myself in "other-people" words. He always caught on right away. Sometimes he gave good advice (usually along the lines of "wait and see") And, he always gave the best hugs. There are times when I'm feeling very sad, when I just tiptoe into Little easy child's room and make off with Nicholas Bear for a bit of cuddling and comfort. He still gives the best hugs.
Trinity
