A doll humming a lullaby.
Its witch is resting her head in its lap.
Today has seen her with quite the headache. The doll's humming is the only soothing sound she's had.
It's not any real lullaby. Just a bit of improvisation.
The bits and pieces of the aimless tune comes from many places: music its heard on the radio, OSTs from shows it watched, games that it played...
Just pieces of pieces put together, put forward into some strange, aimless story until...
Until...
Its witch's breathing has grown deeper.
Steadier.
If only she knew how beautiful the doll truly thinks she is.
How much it wants to brush her hair -
But it won't.
It doesn't want to wake her.
She needs this.