And so the witch helps her doll dress up.
It needs the help, honestly. It rarely dresses up, doesn't know too much about fashion... And, let's be honest, it just really needs help getting that one button through the elastic loop.
When the dress is on, it makes a specific point to avoid the mirror - specifically, seeing its reflection.
It's one thing, to see itself in the mirror when its wearing its everday clothes. Blue jeans, an oversized shirt with a graphic, its hair tied back into a messy ponytail - maybe even tussled a bit for sleeping in one.
But seeing itself dressed up in something beautiful...
It's too much.
Something so beautiful on something not nearly so much...
It feels disjointed.
Maybe one day, it will be able to see in the mirror, the things its witch sees.
Or maybe one day, when its witch gives it the dollish body it's always wanted.
...
It's always been a series of "maybe one day"s when it came to the doll.
...
Maybe one day it will look in the mirror.
Maybe one day it will see something it likes.
But for now...
It would rather close its eyes.
Than risk its heart breaking once again.
For owning something so beautiful.
For hearing its witch speak so highly of it -
And not feeling the same.
...
It would rather pretend to be blind -
And rely on the adoring words of its witch -
Than listen to its cruel heart claim -
That its witch is wrong.
...
Maybe one day it will feel differently.
Maybe one day...
