three rigid figures, semi-recumbent under a dusty counterpane, in a substantial if miniature four-poster bed. They had china faces, and little kid-leather arms. One had fine gold silken hair, faded and grey with the dust. One had a kind of bunched white nightcap, in white dimity edged with lace. One had black hair, pulled back in a circular bun. They all stared with blue glassy eyes, filled with dust, but still glittering.
Because that isnt creepy or anything. God, i hate dolls
