I just finished writing about how dolls stay where you put them...
But I admit I had a thought a while back, that one of these days I am going to find my dolls Somewhere Else. That they have synthed somehow and are making choices for themselves. Moving from room to room, partying, going for night walks under the full moon. And I will have lost the advantage of Total Control. Causing confusion. I thought it had happened already the other day, when I discovered 3 of my little dolly children in what I call my office. But then I remembered that I had put them there myself, after a photo shoot. Perhaps early dementia and dolls moving around "by themselves" go together? I better see my doctor.
For now there is stability. I find my dolls are where I put them.
My problem today is...
I was doing a short morning photo shoot after bringing G, my human, coffee in bed. I left my half coffee on the porch. When my photo shoot was done I returned to the porch. And gasped, actually gasped, when I found G sitting there in his rocking chair. On the porch. Not where I had left him, in bed. Okay, in my defense, there was something about the way he was sitting motionless, looking off into the distance. But still...
The lines are blurring. And it's not my glasses.
