Rosie Gorilla

"Finally, you finished my mouth. You crocheted my left arm ages ago, so when are you going to attach it to me?"
"Huh!! Who said that? Who's here?" I froze in terror in my recliner. I was all alone at home. I didn't have any company, except for a few pantry moths.
CLINK! I dropped my crochet hook and the red gorilla I was crocheting as I cautiously stood up. I couldn't see anybody, and suddenly I had to pee. I was so scared. Dare I move? The voice was close, but I couldn't see anyone as I slowly looked around, and stepped over the partially finished stuffed animal on the floor.
"Ouch! You dropped me on my head," said the voice - a girl's voice.
"Uh. Uh. I must be going nuts," I thought.
"Look down and pick me up, will ya?"
Zoom. I zoomed to the bathroom faster than a ball of yarn could roll down stairs, and locked myself in. I sat on the throne with fear and confusion. I didn't sleep well last night, maybe I am hearing things because I'm sleep deprived, or I'm really losing it. It was quiet now, just the usual tinkle, tinkle. I must of imagined the voice. I have a tremendous, fabulous, humongous, colorful, delightful imagination -- but this was over the edge. It couldn't have been that newly stuffed, newly faced, red limbless, loopy gorilla talking. Absolute silence in the house. I grabbed the cell phone from the pocket of my jeans, and thought about dialling 911. Except what would I tell them? To come and get me out of the bathroom because I was going nuts? Or to come and check my living room for a talking crocheted red gorilla? If I called and they rescued me from the bathroom, and/or from the gorilla??? they might take me away in a white jacket.
I held the phone in one hand, just in case, and slowly opened the bathroom door with the other. I held my breath and almost wished to find an intruder so I would know I wasn't nuts. I peeked around the corner, and stepped silently into the hallway. (To be continued)