The Porcelain Doll

The Porcelain Doll

The light glowed from a stain-glass lamp resting on the corner of the tall brown dresser at the far end of my bed, displaying a low light in my room. I sat gazing at a beautiful porcelain doll, and It seemed to stare back at me. She wore a soft pink dress, with a matching hat decorated with white feathers around the brim. Her delicate glass hand held an umbrella that matched the pink shade of her dress. Her face looked especially fragile.

Her smooth cheeks were painted a rosy hue, her slightly parted lips sat upon a dainty smile, and had a tint of deep red. Her brown eyes were lined with long dark lashes, that she would seemingly bat my way. Dark brown curls framed her, with soft and supple elegance.. she was shrouded by perfect swirls that seemed to curl in a thousand different ways.

The dim light caste her shadow on the wall. I stared at the silhouette as if looking right at her might offend..

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I do nothing. i live a glamoured life: behind a one way mirror, no one can judge the secrets held under lock and key; i find heaven behind my blushing cheeks, and i stand frozen in my thoughts.. "to only move again"