Reality

I walk in my room,
It stares at me like a stalker,
I walk in, unsure if I should pick it up.

It feels like I am in a dream,
It’s softer than a sheep,
Bigger than a mouse,
As still as a statue.

I put it back down and walk away,
It stares at me as I look back,
Black from behind the fur,
Blue from my own eyes.