I was alone, and I wasn’t sure where I was either.
But everyone I knew was there, as dolls. An-and even though they were made out of cloth, for some reason they seemed real? It’s tough to explain because they looked like dolls and all. But I’d pick one up and I’d say “hey, it’s Jenny!” and it felt like that was her!
Whenever I wanted to talk to one I’d have to move their mouths up and down to get the voice out. But their voices were the same as the real ones, and they talked just as the real person would’ve talked.
“And you were happy for once, because you were no longer alone. Yet somehow you felt lonelier than ever before, as deep down you knew that you only ever had yourself.
“Right?"
"…y-yeah! That’s exactly how I felt! Even though that’s not true.”
…
”Wait, how did you know?"
"Hasn’t everyone read that story? It was all over the web a few years ago!"
"This was a story? What was it called?"
"I forget.”