The Living dream

Chapter One

There was a doll maker in the quaint city Ribe, Denmark. The little old lady's dolls weren't that popular in the kingdom of Denmark but then on September 15th, the old lady got a special request from Hilo,Hawaii. The request asked for a semi life size doll(about the size of a two year old) with curly ginger locks that would be wrapped into a bun with one curl loose on the dolls forehead and two long curls the side of her face loose as well, the request also stated the the doll was too have the skin pale as snow and eyes the colour of the crystal blue sky. The doll was to wear a black dress with a sweetheart neckline with two thick straps holding the dress around the doll's neck. The dress would be tight up top and puffy on the bottom ending right above the knee. The doll maker quickly went to work on the doll.

The old woman wiped the sweat off her forehead after adding the last stroke of rose to the lips.

"Finally she's done!" the old woman sighed and held up the doll.

"Absolute perfection." the doll maker smiled and put the doll into the box and wrapped it in bubble wrap and dropped it at the post office down the street to be shipped off to Hilo.

The doll was tossed back and forth in the box as it slowly made its way to Hawaii. The mailman absent mindedly tossed the box that clearly stated fragile on the box at the doorsteps, drove off speedily. A man about six foot three with a brown goatee and blond hair opened the door and picked up the decent size box with a smile knowing exactly what was inside. The man walked back through the tall oak door closing it behind him and locking the deadbolt. A blonde little girl came running toward the man.

"Dad what's in the box, What's in the box?!" the little girl jumping up excitedly.

"Emily be patient darling, you'll see soon enough."

The man chuckled as Emily pouted and stomped up the spiral stairs. The man walked to the kitchen and gently placed it down, grabbing the wrapping paper and wrapped the box up gently being careful not to flip the box. He walked to the living room walking around the golden coloured couch. He reached an Oak wood cabinet about six feet tall slipping the box into the open top sliding it all the way to the back to sit there for just a little while longer. A ring echoed through the living room and the blond man was scavenging his pockets looking for where his phone was. He finally pulled out the phone and answered.

"This is Eric Moniker with the All Round Espresso Company."

"Oh yes I did receive it."

"No, I haven't looked at it yet, I'm going to wait for my daughter to open it."

"Yes, Thank you I really appreciate you making it"

"Yes, Goodbye Miss. Donico."