<img src="doll1.jpg" width="100%"> You just woke up. You can barely see anything... Your head feels stuffy, and full of questions: [[where->what]] are you? [[who]] are you? [[what]] are you? <img src="doll1.jpg" width="100%"> You... can't recall who you are. You're still not even sure [[what]] you are, let alone [[where->what]]... <img src="doll2.jpg" width="100%"> You strain your eyes to find out. They're... made of buttons. You still don't know where you are, but your hands feel remarkably light and full of cotton. Some colored string is getting in your eyes... Oh, that's your hair. Ah, that's right, you're a ragdoll. How could you have forgotten? You must belong to [[someone]]. You hear some [[mouth]] that you can't quite make out... <img src="doll3.jpg" width="100%"> You think you see a familiar face. Why is this face so familiar? Is this that somebody who plays with you? Your [[mouth]] is itching to ask questions; it's almost *painful*. The [[voices->mouth]] are getting louder... <img src="doll3.jpg" width="100%"> The voices sound very flustered and argumentative. Somehow, you feel like you're the center of attention, even though no one is looking at you. Not only are the arguing about you, they're arguing over...tea? Yes, you're certain you heard the word "tea". The word is very familiar...you're certain you've had tea many times, even though you never recall drinking anything. In fact, the girl arguing over you is the one who has always served it to you. The word leaves a bad taste in your mouth, though. You're quite certain that you don't want tea, you want [[milk]]. <img src="doll4.jpg" width="100%"> You try to voice a complaint, but your mouth won't move. You think they might have heard something, though. Everyone goes quiet for a moment, startled at your reaction, but they appear willing to oblige your request for milk. The girl you've been trying to remember suddenly picks you up. You feel awkward about this (perhaps even [[resentful]]). But you *do* seem remember this girl! She has been your owner of some years, playing baby with you and hosting tea parties with empty cups. She gives you a seat and pours you a [[glass]] of whole milk. <img src="doll4.jpg" width="100%"> You have the distinct remembrance that this girl has been treating you poorly&mdash;dangling you by your ankles, making rips in your seams and dirtying your hair&mdash;you want nothing more than to... The [[glass]] in front of you, of pearly white milk, allures you. <img src="doll5.jpg" width="100%"> You pick up the glass gingerly with your clumsy mitts, and gulp it down. This is exactly what you wanted&mdash;no, what you *needed*. All eyes are on you now. This seems like the first time you haved ever asserted yourself. You feel [[powerful->end]], and the world, so [[small->end]]... <img src="dollend.jpg" width="100%"> <a href="http://digitalcomicmuseum.com/index.php?dlid=16608">comic</a> sourced from the <a href="http://digitalcomicmuseum.com/">Digital Comic Museum</a>.