Dollhouse: Write a poem or short story from the viewpoint of someone living in a doll house.
My plastic limbs move with the rhythm of her day:
The thin fabric from my tiny bed ripped off,
Time to wake up.
Hop to the fridge-already dressed in flowing layers of patched textile,
Time to eat breakfast.
Shoulder to arm-wave goodbye to the mansion,
Time to work,
In my dress, sit at the computer-
Big, animated fingers smother the plastic screen-
Hop back to the mansion-
Smile as the bendy dinner touches my never opening lips-
Plastic pillow,
Thin fabric,
Sleep.
Again now.
🎶Lotus Inn- Why Don't We🎶
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