I wake up in my plastic bed in my plastic dollhouse. This morning is like any other morning. Everything is bigger again. I've shrunk even more. It won't stop, will it? The roof of the doll house opens above me and I see you looking down at me. You almost cry but you try to look strong for me. "Hi sweetie, I guess this isn't going to stop." A tear escapes my eye but I smile through it. "It's my last day. What do you want to do?"