Chapter 5
It had been a couple weeks since the last photo shoot (and the
inadvertent discovery of my presence), when one day B dresses me in
white romper again and tucks me into bed. Oh goodie! I get to sleep
with him again. I am starting to get excited when I hear a lot of
activity through the mostly closed door. Now what’s going on? Something
about Lee’s, party, shooting gallery? I didn’t see B for the rest of
that day. Something must be up.
When B finally came to bed, he told me about the third annual party he
and Bear host each year, and that I would have to stay hidden until
afterward. What, am I chopped liver? He told me to chill out; that a
lot of humans don’t understand the concept of dolls as companions, and
probably wouldn’t know how to respond to my presence. So, it would be
easier on everyone, myself included, if no one knew about me… yet,
anyway. And, like the first time we slept together, he just hugged me
until he fell asleep. Doesn’t he know that I can be more than just a
comfort to him?
The next week was a flurry of activity. Painting, hammering, shopping,
vacuum cleaning, steam cleaning… I had no idea what else. All I
remember was that when B came to bed, each night, he fell asleep almost
immediately, as though I wasn’t even there, next to him. That was
almost the only time the house was really quiet until after the party.
I should feel lucky I didn’t have to do any of the work.
I guess it was quite a party. Loud voices, laughter, cheers, balloons
popping. It sounded like everyone had a good time. Everyone but me, but
then, as B had tried to explain, even though he didn’t want to hide me,
some people just don’t understand dolls.
And again, like he had all week long, he went right to sleep when he got in bed.
