After a few days of the doll getting used to moving and recognizing her environment, I set her off to work straight away. It was her job to clean the shop and keep the displays eye catching. Of course, she was slow at first but when she learned what to do, she was no problem. Most of time, she would stop then smile at and continue to to work. I believe I created a very beautiful doll, it's just whether my master agrees or not.
Gently, I stitched a dress together for a doll I was making for the shop window. This doll was made of iron and steel, not easily broken and it strong for young children. Wax and stone would fall apart, silver and gold is too expensive for many people in London... Roses and love is only for Alexanda. She came into my work place and began to sweep the dusty stone floor. From the corner of my eye, I watched her. As she swept the floor, her black dress flowed with her, her long black hair sat comfortably on her shoulders. As part of her fringe covered her right eye, Alexanda was a mysterious doll. The moonshine made her porcelain skin look smooth and soft to touch. Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned around and continued to stitch the dress together. The faint sweeping sound made me comfortable that she was here and not alone in a cold basement making dolls. The gentle rattle of bottles moved as she dusted the shelves, adjusted my boxes to make them look organized. When I looked at the doll I was making, I chuckled. It was no where near as beautiful as Alexanda, it didn't have smooth skin and silky black hair nor was her smile. The smile on the doll was painted the same as the others, Alexanda was unique and was made to be beautiful.
"Master, may I clean your table?" she asked suddenly, I jumped slightly and looked at her. Alexanda held a cloth in her hand, with a warm smile on her face. How could I resist? Gently, I moved my tools aside for her to clean the space. She seemed happy that I let her, so immediately, she began to scrub away the dust. As I wondered around, finding the other materials I needed for the doll's hair. Alexanda had finished turned to me before she left.
"Finished master" she said with a sweet little bow and left me alone. She dashed back through the door and carried on with her chores. In a way, I didn't want her to call me master, just call me Drocell. I am no master and I don't have worthy enough skills. After all, I am only made of straw and wood. Whereas she was made of much finer materials that were expensive to buy for doll making.
I looked back at the doll I had almost finished, I hung my head which fell down with a slight jut. I am too tired to finish this doll, I may as well retire to bed. On that note, I set my materials down and went to corner with a huge crate. It was much but it's all my master would provide me with. Carefully, I sat on top of the box and got comfy. As I relaxed, my body began to flop like a real doll. After all, I am doll, why should I need a proper bed to sleep in? All I wanted right now was for Alexanda to kiss me goodnight. The thought me made me smile, making it easier for me to rest. After all, everyone needs their rest, even a doll. I wonder if Alexanda is comfy?
