May 2, 2002
As a kid, when I went to sleep, I'd always make sure that none of my dolls were looking directly at me. It creeped me out when we made eye contact. Instead, I'd place them away from me, in pairs, so they wouldn't get lonely. Did they wake up at night and raid the liquor cabinet or my underwear drawer? Were they the ones responsible for the lost socks in the dryer? I'd awake every day and check their positions. Not a hair out of place. My first night alone in this new home leaves me with that same feeling.