A doll snuggled up in blankets!
It's on its phone!
It's texting with its witch!
As time passes, the night deepens, and the conversation continues, its eyes begin to close for longer, lingering...
It opens its eyes.
It's been a dozen minutes since its witch messaged.
Through deepening sleep haze, it tries its best to manage out a message:
'go{oidnighy mifd'
Its witch will understand. maybe.