You made a friend recently. You aren't sure how, or why, but you made a friend in this deadly crazy word.

Your new friend had just flicked off the lantern, the sun having just risen and the need for a light source to get through the night was gone. It waddled back over to you, going over to your sleeping face and laying across it.

You huff, and remove the doll from your face. Placing in gently on the floor. "5 more minutes..." You groan, but the doll does not listen. It flops against your face again, rubbing it's soft fabric face on your skin.

Your new friend, was a tiny sentient doll of one Wilson Percival Higgsbury.