voice write....

*small*
colorful*
soft*
fuzz*
a kids toy box
I am the box lonely and sad. I sit there every day in storage waiting for someone to use me. I am so lonely it’s sad. My sadness is crazy because I have nothing to do and I cry each night.

I am one of those boxes’s what kids use for toys and stuff but I haven't being used for a long time. I am so colorful and soft. I have fuzz all over me. I used to be loved and now I am not.I wait and wait until I will be used again. You see all the kids have grown up so I am not used. I am waiting for the new baby to come so can I be used again.

Oh wait my friends the broom is here to keep me company. He is so tall and nice. He likes to make funny jokes but he hasn't been around lately because he has been used a lot so there is no small stuff on the floor.I am sitting waiting then finally I hear something... It's the new baby!!! I am finally going to be used again. So I sit there and wait until they come and get me I am so ready to be used again. It has been so long since the last time they used me.Finally they got me out and started to put the babies’ toys in me. I am so happy that I am turning red. I sit there while the baby sleeps and I am thinking I am so glad that they remembered me! I am jumping up and down for joy. My head starts to spin thinking about how glad I am. I am all neat and dust off so the baby is clean. A clean baby = a happier me.

All this time I have waited I am so happy now. I love how the baby digs through me to find her favorite toy and to find her stuff animal. I love how she rubs her hand on the fuzz and how she hugs it to. I like how she laughs when she sits on the top of my lid. I am just happy and glad that I have a kid to use me again. I am so happy I am crying. Each night when I watch her go to sleep I sing in my head a lullaby that reminds me of her. So soft, sweet, cuddly, and most of all her sweet little face.