Bunnies.

After fiftyish hours of no sleep and today’s finals blitz, I was feeling very lonely. I needed some love. So I gave myself the rest of the night off from studying and drove to a very loving place: the bookstore. First I skimmed Requiem for a Dream in a comfy chair at Barnes and Noble, but the dialect bugged me and I didn’t like the plot, so I decided to move on to Borders. 

The first thing I saw when I entered the store was a huge display of brown, fluffy, lovable stuffed bunny rabbits. I was immediately enchanted. I had come to buy a book (a recommendation from a professor), but when the cashier asked me if that would be all for today I looked back at the soft little bunnies and couldn’t help but ask for one of my own. As the cashier rang up my bunny, he asked me if I’d like to buy another to donate to the hospital where they would be delivered on Easter. That was exactly what I wanted to do. 

The cashier smiled and said lots of doctors had come into the store, excited about the boxes and boxes of bunnies for the patients. Then he looked me in the eye and said, “No matter how old you are—no matter if you’re forty years old and think you’re the coolest thing on this planet—if you’re broken, everybody needs a bunny.” I almost started to cry, because he’s right. Tonight I needed a bunny. And I hope the bunny I contributed to the cause helps a lonely person in the hospital know that he or she is loved.