Left behind

Peter, he of the furry kind and always to be found beside Tess as she sleeps since she was tiny wee, has been slowly abandoned over recent months to the point she didn't even think about him when she packed for the ski trip. I really miss her tonight, no word on how she is getting on or if she is okay, contact with parents is not allowed. Pfft. And I really really miss the days when Peter was always part of her bedtime routine, or when she would reach for him when she was ill or even just for comfort and company when she watched tv. I might stick him in the washing machine, bring back his colour and fluff for when she gets home, see if she notices. Tess' childhood is slipping through my fingers.