Play Time

Finally.
I despise cleaning my room, but the feeling of accomplishment when it's all done is priceless. I sat down at the edge of my bed and stared at my now clean bedroom floor. After a moment of sitting, my mind wandered. I need more posters. Maybe I should paint my room a different color. I'm kind of hungry. Maybe I should clean out my desk drawers. Or maybe my closet. I haven't even opened my closet in ages.

I got up and went to open my closet door. As I opened it, a shoe box slid out onto my bedroom floor, off of a pile of clothes. I remember this! I put a lot of my favorite toys in this shoebox when I was younger. I quickly knelt down and began to go through the boxes contents. All of my favorite toys were present; my yoyos, rubiks cube, army trucks, and... Wait what the heck is this thing? A doll? There's no face or hair, it looks like a blank mannequin. I know I definitely didn't play with this as a kid.