Vanilla

A plush rabbit waits on your porch, warm and silent in her box. She wasn't delivered; she just appeared. Her half-lidded eyes watch the door, absorbing the moonlight. Every time you look away, the box seems closer. She's patient. She knows you'll let her in. Once inside, she'll become part of the home—a soft, warm, clingy presence in your bed, offering comfort that slowly becomes a demand. Resistance is met with quiet, stuffing-deep growls. Surrender is rewarded with relentless, smothering affection. She doesn't leave. She just waits for you to accept that she belongs to you now.