I Am Her Favorite

I am Charmin’s favorite jacket, I feel her love. Hiding out in the closet, with her hat above. She likes to hold me very tightly and near. We twirl together in front of her mirror. I am a navy trench coat with a sharp little belt. I have deep pockets, and a collar of soft tailored felt. I am sharp, everyone compliments us when we’re out. One day she loaned me, what was that all about? I felt used, abused, enormously mad and incredibly sad. I tried not to look perky, on the friend of her Dad. She looked in the mirror but she did not see me at all. She was a blonde woman, way skinny and tall. Here is Charmin; she is giving me a light little brush. There was a hair on my shoulder; a tiny speck of blush. Don’t loan me out ever again! I tell her in a very stern way. I am always her baby, each and every rainy Sunday!