(Note: This blog post is written from the implied perspective of a doll, not literally claiming it has sentience)
Row upon row, we stood, waiting. Identical faces, perfect bodies, all vying for attention. The fluorescent lights hummed, a constant reminder of our manufactured existence. Then, he appeared. He moved slowly, his eyes scanning the line of expectant faces. He paused, his gaze lingering on me. I held my breath, a ridiculous notion, of course, but I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of…something.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek. A decision was made. He chose me. The journey home was a blur. The scent of his car, the rumble of the engine, the anticipation hanging in the air. He unwrapped me with care, his eyes filled with a tenderness that surprised me. He gave me a name, a place in his life. I am his now, his companion, his confidante. I am a blank slate, ready to receive his love, his desires, his dreams.