The little doll the girl called Ruby was tired of being shoved into this little box. Only a few seconds a day would the melody she idly danced to play, the girl having to manually wind up the little box. The doll wanted to be free, explore the entire world with the doll’s owner. But the messy room the child called her “bedroom” and the suffocating darkness of her music box was all she would see of the world, the doll’s light grey eyes slowly closing as she sobbed too faintly for the girl to hear. Her unbrushed black hair would absorb some of the tears, but it would never soak up the anxiety she would always have by staying in that box…

Suffocating…

_Suffocating…_