Pins and Needles

This is the story of a doll, a rag doll. She was once a little girl ,but lost like sand filling to her own heart's hands. In her story she finds a small door in her neighbors garden and well she just fit it. She, to her hearts desire fell into a thorn bush just under a wooden bridge and lay there dying ... waiting, watching as another small glowing door shown on a tree away from her. She crawled and pulled as hard as the thorn pricked and nagged on her skin like fabric. With her last ounce of blood soaked thorn gashed bit of sand drowned memory she pulled her little body through that door. But the pins and needles owned her body as she was opened to a land of only a child's imagination, or perhaps, heaven.