My Rival: who is just a plushie

Waking up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I found myself lost in the warmth of the previous night's memories. As I lay there, eyes closed, I couldn't help but replay the events of yesterday, each moment etched vividly in my mind. It was one of those rare, perfect days that you wish could last forever.

With a contented smile playing on my lips, I slowly opened my eyes, eager to start the day by stealing a glance at the man who had filled my heart with joy. But as my gaze fell upon him, nestled in the embrace of slumber, something caught my attention. Instead of being wrapped in my arms, he held a small grey wolf plushie close to his chest.

Instantly, a twinge of jealousy stirred within me. How could he choose a stuffed toy over me? Suppressing the feeling, I gently extracted myself from his embrace and reached for the plushie, my mind already concocting playful scenarios of reclaiming my place as the sole object of his affection.

With the plushie in hand, I ti