[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

I don ’ t like it when he cries, but at least it doesn ’ t last long. The woman comes and picks him up, and when she presses him to her chest, he immediately stops. She then sings to him about a star that twinkles in the sky, bright and shiny. I am covered in little stars and moons, and I always feel so special, like she is singing about me, trusting me with to keep his dreams free of nightmares. She has the softest voice, even I want to just curl up into a little ball and fall asleep in her arms. I will never let her down. He will always be safe with me. 
 
 My only contact apart from the little guy is when she washes me every few days. Sometimes she wipes her own tears with me before she pushes me in the hot water that smells like lavender. I do appreciate her care very much. I am usually covered in snot or drool or tears, though not much sweat. He is a leaky little bugger, but I love him! 
 
 And he loves me too! He hugs me sometimes when he sleeps, his cheek pressed tight against one of my stars. He sleeps a lot, not only at night, so I am always on guard to be at my fluffiest and softest. My delicate lace sometimes tickles his nose and he giggles, and that is just the happiest sound in the whole world! 
 
 If it is one thing I am sad about though, is that I haven ’ t seen his face yet: ( I dream about it sometimes, his tiny nose, his rosy cheeks. How would he look like? 
 
 I know all there is to know about the back of his head. I can tell you exactly how much hair he has, and how fast it grows. It was so strange when we first met – his hair was so dark, almost black. After just a few months, it is the same as the golden hair of the princes he learns about every day. I know from the bottom of my feathery heart that he will grow up to be one someday. 
 
 I only get one side of his face at a time. I also know he has a teeny tiny little mole on his left cheek, and that he drools the most when on his right side. He has such soft lashes, and I wonder if he hears me when I wish him goodnight and sleep tight with his ear pressed right on me. He usually sleeps on his back though. 
 
 I am so happy she fulfilled my dream tonight, his soft face left the cutest imprint on my cotton. And just like always when she comes around, he isn ’ t crying any more. So peaceful. So calm. I love the little guy! 

