Smurf and doll

My smurf and my doll used to always sleep next to me. My smurf was the kind where his hands squeezed together and you could attach him to things like a rear-view mirror or a baseball cap. And my doll was pink, with a dress and matching bonnet. They were both kinda small, about the size of a small hamster.

I don’t remember where I got my smurf. He was just always with me where ever I went. But my doll, I found at the Hawthorn Mall where my mom used to work, dispensing Orange Julius’s. I must’ve found her sitting somewhere on a bench, left behind by some careless mom.

We’ve gone through some tough times together, the three of us. One time, I got really nauseous on the way to the mall, and when I finally arrived at the Orange Julius, I went to the back room and threw up. And for the rest of the day, I was feverish and was too weak to go anywhere. So smurf and doll kept me company while I laid in the back room. Smurf entertained me by hanging on my hair, and squeezing my fingertips ‘til they turned white. And doll gave me plenty of hugs, and listened to my heart. I gave her a bracelet that day. I was playing with knick-knacks from the desk when I found a thin green bottle brush, the kind for arts-and-crafts. So I cut a small piece of it, and bent it into a bracelet for doll.

Somewhere along the way, smurf and doll also met my blankies. Mom had uncovered two little, yellow face towels that were my blankies when I was a baby. So I gave them to smurf and doll. One became smurf’s cape and he began to fly. The other became doll’s scarf, or sometimes a shawl.

As I got older, I started spending more time with Nintendo and G.I. Joe and saw less of smurf and doll. I wonder where they are now?