"Mina! Time for dinner!" A voice sang from far away.
"Okay eomma!"
The girl, Mina I'm presuming, set me and the other mint haired male doll down on the carpet.
She opened and closed the brown wooden door behind her while talking to her mother.
I stared up at the ceiling, which had glow in the dark stars glued to them, lightly illuminating the pitch black room.
A sharp pain surged through my muscles; my arms and legs felt sore and stiff.
I blinked, wait, I could blink!
I slowly, excruciatingly slowly, sat up, cracking my stiff back as I did.
"Wait, you can move too?"
