A doll wakes up, struggling to put on its boots, slowly, but surely it gets ready for work. One button at a time, it lets out as small cough. It kisses its witch on the forehead as it leaves.
It gets to the stairs, only to realize it's forgotton something, its glasses. It lets out a small sigh, sniffling, trudging back up the stairs. Getting its glasses onto its body, it leaves for work walking halfway to its job only to realize it has forgotten its badge. It sighs, more frustrated this time.
Another trip up the stairs, another kiss on its witches head, only to be grabbed as it turns to leave.
"little doll, what troubles you so, why does my perfect creation ache so? What ails you my beautiful doll?"
The doll averts its eyes, not wanting to admit the amount of magic it used to cheer up its Witch.
It mumbles a non-answer turning to leave again, before being stopped by its arm, gripped once again by an instant owner.
"My creation doesn't get to leave in such a way. Ragdoll"
The doll crumbles onto the bed, slumped against the headboard. It's owner places her head in its lap as its arms are placed around her. It sighs, helpless to its fate but happy to provide some comfort to its owner.
It rests, as the morning turns into afternoon, until eventually, its owner stretches, placing a small kiss on its forehead, the doll's eyes fluttering even in its sleep.