Day 113.

She sat at the edge of the bed and reached to grab the bear. Honey. Its name was Honey. Honey Bear. It was almost too much to think she had given it such a sweet name once upon a time. If she had named it in the last year or two, it would probably have been something like Grizzly or Fucker or maybe even Huggy. But, he was named years ago. And here she sat naked with Honey Bear on her lap, the layers of filthy clothes she'd been living in over flowing the small trash can next to the dresser and her hair a rat's nest with the brush entangled in a snarl. She looked at Honey Bear who never seemed to judge her. "Somehow, we made it through. Me & you."