A Gentle Brush and a meet with her new friend

A soft warmth crept into my plush form, steady and calm. I blinked at the quiet room and realized I could tilt my head. Standing right beside me on a clear stand was an elegant doll with brown ringlets. Very gently, I leaned my soft hand forward until my fingertips grazed the hem of her lace skirt. She stood poised, and sitting beside her in the quiet light filled me with an abiding peace.