It was... the Little Things

I'm a Barbie girl!

I lay in my bed, pulling the quilt over my nose so that only my open eyes were visible. I could hear the gusts of wind blowing outside my closed window. I could feel the room getting colder, I pushed myself further into welcoming warmth of the quilt. My eyes suddenly began feeling heavy, after two hours of tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the slumber slowly crept in.

The darkness steadily spread around my eyes, blocking the vision on the silhouette of the tube light on the ceiling. The voices began to ring in my ears....

I get this amazing feeling that no one, not even Oliver, can ever give me...

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I yawned, placing my palm over my mouth as I stood. I knew I didn't get enough sleep...but the funny thing was that I didn't remember waking up, I didn't even remember how I got here.

Why was I here?

I turned my head to look at my surroundings...a living room. The wooden planked floor that I stood on had a glossy finish thanks to the varnish that covered it. Two large, comfy couches faced each other, a black wood coffee table placed perfectly between them. Books of all sizes stood waiting to be read, on the bookshelf that was placed in a corner of the room. A flatscreen TV hung ominously on the cream colored wall, it's black screen concealing millions of wonders within.

A green, floral printed rug sprawled across the floor in front of the TV. Toys of all shapes, colors and types were scattered on the rug.

One beautiful Barbie doll lay face down, her glittery blue dress spilling around her dainty body.

I felt the urge to run and play with it, my inner child sparking once again. I picked up the doll, caressing her perfect blonde hair, as she stared back at me with her fake face, her beautiful smile, to which she was bound to, sparkling back at me.

As I admired the doll that I held in my hands, a loud sound immediately filled the perfect picture, a yellow toy truck zoomed right into the Barbie, sending her flying out of my hands, banished to the outer borders of the rug.

Tears suddenly pricked my eyes as I turned to face the bone headed driver of the truck.

"You! How could you do that!?" I yelled not even bothering to look at the Barbie's attacker.

No answer.

I lifted my head to see eyes filled with genuine guilt, the emotion clearly visible in those pools of sapphire. The little boy slowly scratched his head, his fingers running through the mop of black hair on his head.

"Oliver?"

"Kaisley..."

"Why did you do that to my doll?"

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to"

"Sure you didn't"

"I didn't! It's just that you were paying so much attention to it and ignoring me!"

Guilt suddenly pierced my chest, I looked down to see a flowery dress, covering my knees. I noticed that my hair was in pigtails and.....was I shorter?

"I'm sorry Oliver, I forgot that we don't have time together now"

"We don't Kaisley....I'm really going to miss you"

"I'm going to miss you too"

"We should make the time that we have together really special now!"

I shook my head, a smile quickly sprawled across my face, "yah!"

"Kaisley...."

"Yes Oliver?"

"I love you"

"I love you too"