I am a doll. Life sized, yet unable to speak, unable to move, I sit on a chair, no movement, no expression, just watching the day go by and you moving around your dorm. I am here looking pretty, dessed on a frilly black and red dress that nicely frame my long black hair and fiery orange eyes, too real looking to not be creepy, too still to be a person I do not want to scare you, yet watching is all I can do