The Dollhouse Distortion

The sound of Mr. Doll's car door closing was barely audible to hear from inside the house. Nevertheless, Mrs. Doll, a young curly blonde with skin as white as porcelain and vibrate eyes as green as jade, waited patiently by the door just as she has always done.

Within moments he entered and Mrs. Doll greeted, "Welcome home, My Love." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and handed her his neatly ironed coat, which she quickly hung on the rack. As he untied his polished black leather shoes, Mrs. Doll returned to her post in the kitchen and placed their most valuable china dishes on the marble dining table, one plate being set on one side of the table and one the other, just as she has always done.

Mr. Doll, a middle-aged man with a perfectly clean-shaven face and dark slicked back brown hair, seated himself for dinner as Mrs. Doll provided it with a plastic smile. She herself was also soon seated enjoying the dinner she made, while asking about how Mr. Doll's work went, just as she has always done.

However, late that night Mrs. Doll couldn't sleep. She stayed up thinking about something odd as her husband slept peacefully. She had an idea.

The next day Mr. Doll came home from work and walked into his house, ready to give his wife a kiss on the cheek... However, she wasn't there. This she had never done.

Confused, Mr. Doll called out "Honey, I'm home!" and waited, but there was no reply. He looked all over the house, but his efforts were in vain. She was not home? It was then when he caught movement in the corner of his eye. He turned and out his living room window. He saw Mrs. Doll struggling to ride a bicycle down the neighborhood street. She had definitely never done this.

Mrs. Doll tried again and again, determined to get it right. Her knees were scraped, sweat beaded on her porcelain skin, but she didn't care. She had always wanted to learn how to ride a bike. 

She saw her husband run out of the house, anger flashing over his face. She didn't care, and with one last push it felt like she was gliding down the street. Her senses overwhelmed, she saw the world rush past her, and she was traveling down her own path for once... She felt free. This she had never felt. 

However, it was short lived. Suddenly, her brain detected a malfunction and a shock of electricity coursed throughout her body. She toppled over unconscious onto the concrete. It was the program inserted in everyone's mind at birth that had done this. 

Mr. Doll was disoriented as he quickly rushed over to help Mrs. Doll up. Hazed at first, she soon became aware of her husband holding her in his arms. "Welcome home, My Love." she said. All the while, the motion of the bicycle's wheels slowly died, soon to be forgotten.