Finally, it doesn't squeak. As demure as a cat now my Baby Toshi is.
It's a trap, the very same trap he fell into. Everytime I steer away from the topic, the next immediate minute after that I walk right into the same trap I tried to get out of.
The jacket felt so real, yet it wasn't mine. It felt so warm, yet I took it off at the end of the day. Still, I let it feel real, no matter how self-comforting it sounds.

That was at Changi Terminal 1 viewing mall. Cathay Pacific harboured right behind me. It was freaking cold. So I wore THAT jacket.
A funny thing the airport translated 'viewing mall' into Malay as 'Dewan Lambaian', which literally, actually means 'WAVING HALL'. What a translation.