When the world ends who is it I will see, see forever, the last face I will remember looking at? When the world ends?
I couldn’t believe I said that, couldn’t believe at all, when the doll sang to me, I cried. I cried because I knew my world was ending, the thoughts in my head would come to an end and it would be the doll that would know everything.
When the doll knows all, there will be no hope, no hope of return for me, to me, to a place that was familiar once, maybe familiar twice, but now that the doll owns my thought and dreams, I live in the land of no where.
Neither here nor there, just between the light and shadow. Looking into the doll’s piercing blue eyes. I sleep.