Oooh It looks like an enhanced version of my old aviator, maybe with just a little bit of a dye job. (I must admit I like that take, but then again I was always a little show-off) The creepy teddy bear is perfect for Halloween. I always liked being a little scared, it get the adrenalin flowing. Just beautiful expressions. I really like the skin and hair textures, they give the image a very painterly feel. The book is quite fun also, I wish I had that in my library.
I have to admit the creepy teddy has grown on me lately. He makes quite a good antagonist for us tinys. The pose is just wonderful, the bear is really invading the space and the wonderful anxious look on my face is priceless. I can just feel the weithg of the book as I try to slide it into position. It looks like I may of been going for the book but then was surprised to find the bear so close. I may not know where things are going, but I like it so far.
I imagine I wake up in this oversized room. I have no memory of how I got there. There are toy around that look like they belong to some giant child. I notice I am naked. At first I try to hide but I realize I am alone, though I can't shake the feeling I am being watched. I notice a large book on the table, perhaps it is a clue. Heading over, I climb up on a chair. The book has a fancy leather binding, though the title seems quite odd. The name sounds familiar but my head is still cloudy from whatever brought me here. Still I am drawn to the book. I am certain it contains clues on exactly what happened.
I start sliding the book over, then I stop. I know something moved! I look around the room and everything seems normal (OK a bit out-sized but otherwise normal). I return to moving the book. Stopping again I am sure something moved. Quickly turning around I still seem nothing has been disturbed. I yell out "Who's there?" There is not reply "I know someone is here, I can feel your stare." Still no reply. I climb down off the large chair and thoroughly search the convinced someone is hiding. There are drapes going to the floor. An obvious hiding place. My heart is racing, this may be a mistake but I need to know if some pervert is watching me. With all my might I manage to pull them back, no-one is there.
I continue to look around, expecting someone to jump out at any moment, but I find no trace of anyone. I return to the chair and continue to retrieve the book. I am convinced that my imagination has gotten the best of me. Just as I am about to get the heavy book into position, I think I feel something brush up against my rear. Something course. Slowly I turn...
This is just a wonderful image and look forward to more. Thank you so much for posting it. It;s quite an impressive image.