Shelf.

A relatively small, square yellow frame sits on my shelf. A cloud shape is cut from its middle, with a grey head and four grey legs added.

This frame is part of a pair lost. This frame holds a rare photo dear to me.

I don’t look at it often, but it always watches me, in everything I do. Nothing will change how much I adore it, how much I need it there. It’s like my guardian angel – or, guardian sheep. Strategically placed so it can see every crevice, every book, every drawing, every poster in my bedroom.

With it there, I feel happy. I feel safe. I feel like she’s beside me, and she’ll never let go of her daughter.

It’s currently being obscured by a teddy bear, though.

I think I’ll go move it.