“Good night Mr Gumpus.” I said, shifting him into the crook of my arm.

His patchy fuzz scratching my neck as it has for so long. Over the years his fur has slowly been going, I have replaced his glass eye’s so many times I can do it in my sleep now. I have repaired his arm onto his body that he lost in one of the many fights with my sister.

Neither of us even know what we fight for any more but it has been going off and on for the last year or so.

It had snowed during the night, even wearing the thickest layers she owned, Sophie felt the cold deep in her bones. They ached with the passage of time.

Day 355.

The drinking water no longer tasted weird. I can’t remember when I no longer noticed the foul taste to the recycled water. That should have worried me but I knew I was beyond caring.