At 7:00 AM, I woke up ready for a days work. Jack, the boy who bought me was still asleep in his bed. I got up and walked back to the place Jack had last left me, in the living room on the couch. At 7:30, Jack woke up and went down the stairs to eat his breakfast, only to find that he forgot me in the living room. He ran over to the couch, coming to pick me up, and as he was about to hug me, I could tell by the expression on his face that having me brought him so much joy. The only thing he didn’t know was that when I was with Jack, not only did he have a good time, but so did I. I could no longer pretend that I wasn’t alive, so when he put me back on the couch I said to him nervously “Wait.” Looking back at me astonished. Then saying “You can talk!” “Are you scared?” I ask, replying, he says “No, I love that you can talk! It’s like having a friend over all the time. Then we sat down and talked and talked and talked.