As a doll I could have entertained, I could have spent hours drinking tea and bathing in my clothes. I would have been unstoppable... Until
I was stopped dead in my tracks at the crack of dawn, wearing nothing
but a swimsuit and feeling my guts ooze around me
and the sand whispering into my stomach. It was an odd feeling...
Not nearly as odd as what was to come directly afterward. I found myself glued to this chalkboard, tilted slightly backwards, and overlooking the entire doll city. At least they gave me something to look at, I suppose.