The Dollhouse And Its Powers
I was pregnant and I had a husband. I was living through someone else. I climbed down a cliff and found an opening to an elevator. It led me to a room that gradually got smaller. Like alice in wonderland, I think to myself.
I enter a door near the small end. I am greeted by a bunch of small people. I learn that they are the dolls living inside of my dollhouse. That I need to do these ritualistic steps in order for them to escape. I was on board until the tasks became more dangerous for my baby.
I tell them that i need to leave for now because of my baby, and that I will be back after he is born. That’s when they started to warp their expressions. It became clear to me that whatever they wanted outside of the dollhouse, it wasn't actually good.
They began to haunt my house in odd ways. Sugar ants made a trail into the dollhouse. I started to experience a change within myself.
I observed a tomato. The molecules started to present themselves to me. I was able to take apart matter into simpler forms and rearrange it.
They looked realistic and a bit off just like this:














