i clutched my teddy bear, the one that dad gave me for my birthday 6 years ago and wonder, 'Do toys wake up and talk at night?'

it may be creepy.

recalling the days i use to read enid blyton story books. remember the talking toys in the nursery. the sprites and fairies dancing in the garden. the good luck clover. evil gnomes behind the bushes.

i remember vividly, how much i loved enid blyton's stories. in fact, i read almost all her stody books and possess half of the whole collection.

i used to fantasise having a garden in front of my house. maybe i could set up a bird house to feed the sparrows. if i'm lucky, i could stumble upon some fairies late at night.

and if i broke my tooth, i'll put in under the pillow and expect the tooth fairy to come.

the most puzzling thought-provoking thing is, whether do my toys come to live at night while i'm sleeping.

what do you think?