[ IP ] The Pasha 's Sorrow

The daydream was already on its way out. He sat on the pillow in his enormous den? Living area? Mansion space? Time seemed to have frozen. He looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with that which brought him the greatest joy. Long cold winters, wrapped in wool hats with snowball fights on the horizon. Great war zones full of blood, guts and alligator butts. Every night, checking under his bed for that which drooled. 
 
 It would n't be the same. Not for him. He was n't ready to be alone. He was too young. 
 
 Calvin scooped up his Hobbes doll, with it's popped seam, arm loosely hanging off. Hopefully his mom had some thread. He would save his friend.
