“She’s coming back, I know it.” Layla moaned. “We have been sitting here like this FOREVER!”
“Nooo. Layyyla, she has gonnne awayyy for that looong time. Sheee didn’t opppen those looong things overrr therrre , seee? Ittt isss stilll dark innn heeere.” Copernicus shook back his mane and stood up on all four legs. He stretched and whinnied.
“You’ll get caught, you know.” Layla declared. “One of these days, you are going to SAY she is gone and she won’t be and she will catch you. THEN where will we be? She will KNOW!” Layla stood and stretched her arms out to her sides.
“I wonder why I don’t have those things on the end of my arms like that woman does.” Layla studied the ends of her arms. They were round and flat.
Copernicus sighed. He was used to Layla’s complaining.
“Beeecause you arrre a dolll. She maddde you and you arrre stufffed.” He explained for the thousandth time. Layla never listened, but he kept explaining.
“Do you think I could get off this bench? Just once?” Layla leaned over the side of the white bench to the tiled floor. It looked to be a very long way down.
“You coulddd falll offf. Howww woulddd you commme back uppp?” Copernicus questioned. He was always thinking. He never-well, almost never-over reacted and he was never upset or angry.
Layla, as usual, didn’t pay any attention to her partner’s questions. She only continued to lean over the side of the bench and marvel at the tiles. She imagined what was under the bench and she wondered what was in the rest of this place the woman called ‘home’.
“I think I am going to explore. The woman goes in those other places over there. I hear her in there singing sometimes. Sometimes I hear her talking and I wonder who else is in there. Who is she talking to? Those other humans who come in that door don’t stay. They go back out the door and don’t come back. Who are they? Where do they go?”
Copernicus just shook his head. Layla made him tired.
“Ifff you gettt offf this bench, Layyyla, you wonnn’t be able tooo gettt back onnn. The wommman willl come backkk and she willl catch youuu.”
Layla seemed to hear him for once. She looked at him for several moments, but she always did as she pleased without being sensible. Before Copernicus could say another word, Layla jumped off the edge of the bench. Copernicus heard an “ooof” when she landed.
“Arrre you alrrright?” He asked her as he dared a peek over the edge of the bench.
“Of course I’m all right. I’m a stuffed doll, remember? Anyway, this is interesting!” Layla slowly stood and glanced around. There were two of those things the woman wore on her feet sitting under the bench. There was a box of something sitting at the end. She barely glanced inside. Whatever those things were inside, had a flower on the front. Layla knew what a flower was because the woman had once had a bunch of them in her hand when she walked in that door. Layla thought flowers were nice, but this one wasn’t real.
Layla began to carefully make her way across the tiles until, suddenly, she was standing on something that wasn’t tile. It was soft and it was a different color. Layla stepped carefully until she was sure it was safe.
“Layyyla, you shoulddd come backkk herrrre. You arrren’t suppposed to be dowwwn therrre.” Copernicus worried.
“Oh, be quiet, Horse. This is fun. You should jump down here, too. Look at these round things over here.” Layla reached to touch a ball of something red. “HORSE! This feels the same as our skin!” Layla was fascinated with the balls of different colors.
“Layyyla, thattt’s becaussse we arrre maddde of that stufff. The wommman callls it yarrrn.”
Layla shrugged her tiny shoulders and continued to explore. This ‘home’ promised to have many interesting surprises, she was sure.