Rosie Gorilla2

(Continued from Rosie Gorilla) No one around. Taking a deep breath, clutching my cell phone, I crept back into the living room.
"You are not imagining my voice," came the voice again. "It's me, on the floor. For gorilla's sake, will you come here and pick me up? And then finish me? I feel helpless without arms and legs."
"This can't be," I thought. "I'm too old for an imaginary friend, and as of 30 minutes ago I seemed sane." I walked over to the crocheted form on the floor.
I swear it looked up at me and smiled. "How could it smile? Oh well - I did crochet its mouth smiling."