William

~~~~The Toy Maker and His Doll~~~~ ~his pov~ I’m 34 now and I’ve been making toys for 20 years now. I’ve grown accustomed to living in a cluttered cottage on the edge of town. It’s quite peaceful here but sometimes I wish I had someone to keep me company. I spend my days in my shop making and selling toys, my specialty tho is dolls. My favorite doll is the one I made ten years ago, a doll with dark wavy hair and emerald eyes and a beautifully crafted blue and white dress and a matching bow. I named her Emily. She’s my pride and joy and I can’t bring myself to sell her. I’ve honestly grown attached to her. Maybe that’s why when I saw that shooting star tonight I wished she was real. ~your pov~ I remember him creating me and I remember the day he brought me home from the shop. He was kind enough to even build me a bed and had it set up downstairs in the living room. He’d carry me to the shop somedays and make me new outfits from time to time. I truly love my creator. Tonight was a normal night, he had put me in my blue and white dress and had layed me in my bed and then had gone up to his loft. Some point during the night something happened and I ended up turning human. Now I sit on the living room floor crying