I have become time itself. I don't know if it's day or night, the year or month. The attic is a lonely and quiet place. There are cobwebs reaching through our windows and I speak with the flies entombed in the web of death. Stuck like me. My sisters feel the gloom too. They no longer laugh and play, they just sit around sullenly. We are all sullen beings of sorrow and pain. No one remembers us and soon we start to forget ourselves. At the very beginning of our life I learned that dolls don't sleep, but now I am so tired. It gets harder and harder to do basic tasks like standing and reading and gazing out the window. One day I am stuck to the bed, and my eyes are closing and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I sleep. A long, dreamless slumber.
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The Dollhouse
FantasíaLife in the dollhouse is simple. Stay in place and do what the doll keeper asks. But one girl stuck In the perfect world wants out. But the keeper will do anything to keep the house running in order.
