A wind up doll winding down.
It's struggling to move. Struggling to keep its eyes open. It can't reach its key.
It's scary.
The world is passing it by -
But its witch is still here.
Even though everything is starting to blur past, she doesn't leave its side.
She manages to speak slowly enough, move slowly enough that it's comprehensible to the doll.
"You're safe with me, little one."
Trusting in its witch's words, the doll finally lets its eyes close -
But her warmth never leaves it.
Even though it knows minutes are beginning to pass it by like seconds -
She never leaves it.
It's nighttime by the time it feels its key turn, rewinding it.
Terror -
But in the safe keeping of one beloved -
Rarely does one experience such bliss.