maybe I was to scary.. left in this old attic was killing my cheer. no one was here for years the pull down door locked from the outside, the quiet sent my hand sewed heart to sink in my cotton fluff filling. I missed sitting in a room acting lifeless just to hear chatter among humans. but as I stood dancing around the attic with on of the small hand sewed dolls that was not as fortunate to have life in it (dont judge him he's lonely.). the door opens and a young human child pecks in.