A sleepy witch. It's taking her a bit to drift away. Sometimes her nights are just this way. sleepy but unable to fall asleep.
A knock at her door. Her doll's preferred pattern: two quick knocks. It's used that pattern for as long as she's known it, both as a doll and before it Became. She bids it enter.
It opens the door. It's holding its plushy. It hesitantly shuffles in. It opens its mouth to speak. then closes it. Then squeezes its plushy. Then opens its mouth again. Then closes again. Takes a step back -
The witch pats an empty spot beside her on the bed.
The doll nods. Its head facing down, it approaches. There's an air of shame about it. Embarrassment. Regret. Especially so the shame -
The witch giggles.
"I'm glad I get to spend tonight with you and your plushy, dolly. I was feeling a bit lonely♪"
It looks up.
Its expression brightens.
Maybe sleep doesn't come so easily.
But tonight's opportunity yielded by restlessness is well received♪