It was my 9th birthday. I was extravagantly thrilled because I knew that my mom would give me the thing that I most wanted. The “Little Miss Girl Dolly’. Those dolls were so popular because they looked so realistic yet so fictitious at the same time. I never saw one myself since when I bring them up to my friends they always say the same thing “Little miss girl loves me and me only” with a dull dead look on their face. I’ve only heard others talking about how beautiful they were and that made me start to want them too. It was finally time to open my present. My mom handed me a tall box with shiny blue-green train wrapping paper. I shredded the paper just to afterly see my Little Miss Girl Dolly. I thought it looked funny when I first saw it. As if my bones trembled for a second. I opened the box so I could take my dolly out. I took it out of the box and hugged my mom. I thanked her and said that I would forever be the happiest boy she could ever imagine. I quickly scurried to my room and placed my dolly on my bed and I talked to her. I told my dolly that I would love her forever and ever and she should love me too. That she should long for my love and I will long for her’s. I started to tell everything to my beautiful dolly. I tattled about my life and I tattled about others’. I felt that my dolly was the one and only I could trust the most. She heard my stories and she heard my babbles but my dear dolly never responded. Her act illed me but I knew that that was what made her perfect. I ached for her perfectness. Greediness slowly consumed and aroused me. Some days passed and as always I sat next to my dolly and jabbered about all sorts of things. But that day something was off. I felt dull and spiritless. I felt that I was consumed in dread and apprehension. Rather than me, my dolly looked even more stunning than she could ever look. I looked down and wondered why my wrists seemed thinner and thinner throughout the days. Maybe it was because I no longer felt hunger. Maybe because if I eat my dolly would think I’m dirty and I can’t be next to my dolly if I’m dirty, she could get dirty too. My dolly glowed throughout each and every day and I only felt more and more indisposed. The only thing that mattered was my dolly. I was fine. One day I could no longer hold up anymore I felt ill and weak so I went to bed early. I closed my eyes and heard a voice more beautiful than an angel’s. They said, “Thank you, sleep well”. Those words brought me serenity, a serenity that sent me to slumber to never once wake up again.