reading this post reminded me of one of my worst fears: losing my humpty dumpty. It's a stained gray security pillow shaped like a flattened capsule that, for those who know me, is infested with so much germs that it supports a whole new ecosystem on its own. I have, of course, staunchly refused to let anyone wash, or so much as lay a finger on him. It's my smell, and it makes me happy. A deep whiff and I feel secure again, like a six year old, where nothing else in the world matters.