The walls, painted with the gloss of all the secrets that you and only you know, or the stuffed animal that has caught your tears through lifeβs afflictions. Or, the comforter that has kept you warm through those times where you swore this was the night your blood will run cold. Theres a furry, doe eyed, four legged creature of the heart, though there isn't an utter of any sort from either entity, there is a knowing. Stripped to your raw essence, he understands without question.