A doll that stumbles into its witch's arms.
There are dark circles under its reddened eyes.
It's been crying again.
Its witch goes to ask what she can do for it -
But its breathing is already deep and slow.
Poor thing must have been struggling all day.
She picks it up and carries it with her, making sure its head is tucked snugly against her chest.
It's told her before that it likes the sound of her heartbeat.
A little silly, a little sweet.
Perfectly her doll.