Through The Eyes Of A Doll

I spent the whole of the day playing with MoMo. I dressed her and re-dressed her, changing her wigs and things relentlessly. It was a great joy to me, spending a day with my doll.
Through the eyes of a doll:
Wynter.B carried me about. I felt my joints tighten and loosen with every step, rattling my resin through the to the cord. Warm sunlight melted through the glass as it began its journey to dapple along the sand-colored floor. I gazed at its lovely glow for a moment, relishing in the light, before I felt cold, wooly fabric beneath my resin. The sofa was the place for our newest stop motion, and as Wynter.B pulled out the lens, I heard a snap. Felt her fingers, heard a snap. Fingers, snap, small movments, snap, snap, snap. Our stop motion was peicing together bit by hard-worked bit.
Then, it was done.
I felt her warm hands slide down my resin once more as my outfit was changed. Then, new hair atop my head, it's dark curls framing my pale heart-shaped face and full peach-colored lips. Green eyes shining, I felt thankful that my owner was as gentle as she was. But still, all I wanted was to be outside in the soft sun, warm smells misting up from the heated soil and grass around me. Tall pines and birches rising up all around, hugging it's lush blanket and blue sky.
But then again, I'm just a doll.