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CARRY A STUFFY by D. M. Larson
I like to cuddle and hug. I loves stuffed animals. See. I have a new one. What should I name him? I think I will name him Mr. Cuddles.
(She gives the stuffed animal a big hug)
I have all these stuffies for a reason. I get anxiety attacks. I've had them since I was little. I used to scream a lot. Now I panic and can't breath. I don't even know what's scaring me most of the time. So I have to have these cute little guys and I hug the stuffing out of them. It's the only thing that seems to help - well, not always - today I had six anxiety attacks - that must be a new record.
It's the new school, all the new classes, all the new teachers. Why can't we just stay with the same teacher all day? I hate all this switching around - I'm a nervous wreck - I don't know what I'm doing.
So that’s why I carry a stuffy. I need something to help me get through the day. Something to hold on to. I just wish they could hug me back.