Here is the photo of my 2nd Birthday where I prefered the wrapping paper over...

Here is the photo of my second Birthday where I preferred the wrapping paper over.....

Here is the photo of my second Birthday where I preferred the wrapping paper over the doll. I was 13 when the photo was taken. I am now 30 yet I still own that doll. That horribly, Ugly, Nasty doll. It's eyes are still glossy and that misty brown color, It's dress is still frilly and as pink as Cotton-candy. I want to throw it away, but I never could. Every time i tried, its misty brown eyes would just stair at me, as if to say "If you toss me away, I will never truly be gone."
So there it sits, on my dresser. I have it facing the wall, so it won't watch me sleep. Not that i sleep a whole lot anyway. I am a secretary at a large lawyers company. I am very busy, I can even keep a boyfriend. But that's alright.

I'm working late again tonight. I wonder if they even notice how much work I do? Of course they do! Otherwise, who would take their phone calls? who would organize their meetings? Who would be able to fix the photocopier when it jams?! ha! of course they notice!
It is getting late though. Everyone else has gone home. Perhaps I will just take this home and finish it there. Yes that's what I will do.

Stupid doll, I can't work while its sitting there. Stupid doll. God I am tired, but I've got to finish this letter....

Uh? What happened? Oh crap! I fell asleep! I need to finish that letter!
"Where is that letter?" I hear myself say.
"Under the pillow, to the right" a voice replies.
My eyes become as big as saucers, I cower behind a pillow. With a shaky voice I call out "Who said that?"
"I did!" the voice said and I jerked my head in the direction. There was my doll, sitting at the edge of my dresser, her feet swinging over the edge. She giggles, stands up, and begins to pace back and forth.
"You're really boring. and whiny, did you know that?. I may not be able to see everything because you always have me facing the wall, but god do I hear it all." The doll said as she began to start skipping.

Did I just get insulted by a doll? whine?! I'm not whiny! Nor am I boring. I'm a very interesting person!
"Excuse me! I am nether of those!" I angrily said to the doll.

"Oh come on! Just look at you! Your wardrobe has 2 colors, black and white. You never go out. The last boyfriend you had was over a year ago. And all you ever do is work!" With fists balled at her plastic hips she scowled me. "Do you remember when you 1st got me? You were 13. It was your second birthday. Now I maybe a doll, but even I think its odd that a 13 year old girl has only had 2 birthdays in her life. It was mostly because you had no friends, but again, that's because you never tried to make any!"

I mumble out "well my parents were always busy, I had to always take care of the house."

"I see" said the doll with a doubtful tone. "Well I think its about time we change some things! Wardrobe first!" And with that the doll hoped off the dresser and ran to my closet.

"Hey wait! Don't touch anything!" i cry out as i fall out of bed. Tangled in the blankets, all I could do was watch as the doll runs her hands across all my clothes, each article of clothing turning a different color. Some were pink, some where yellow. one of my most snazzy black suits became Tye-dye. I began to cry.

"There! Ain't they all pretty!" the doll said with a sweep of her hand. "Hey why are you crying?"
"All my clothes. Those were my best suits!" I whimpered on the floor.
"I know. But do you really like black and white? Do you really like wearing those itchy things?" the doll asked.
"No, not really." I said drying my eyes. I looked up and saw the dolls glossy eyes staring back at me.
"Now an even bigger question. Do you really want to work at a firm where they don't respect you and unload most of their work onto you? Whats the enjoyment? You don't even get payed that well."
"I guess" I reply.
The doll takes my face in her tiny plastic hands, so that we are nose to nose. "I think its time to change."
I nod without saying anything. the doll smiles, and stands up straight. "By the way, my names Marie." was the last thing I heard the doll say.

"Uh? Wha? Where am I?" I look around and see that I am tangled up in the blankets, papers are crinkled and are everywhere. I look up to my dresser, there sits my doll facing me. Her eyes are no longer misty, but more of a soft chestnut color, and her dress seems more dusty rose then Cotton candy.