Doll

I think it's possible that someday, you'll find me deep in the forest, stepping enthusiastically over broken twigs and roots that dig their way out from the dirt.

There might be shades of brittle red leaves swirling around me and catching in my hair, in the curls that are knotted from the wind.

You'll probably hear my paced breathing and notice my subtle smile as I drink in the autumn air.

I'll be searching for abandoned buildings, hungry for the remains of lives lived before me.

My cheeks will be flushed with excitement.

Maybe instead, you'll learn of me somewhere tropical.

I'll be leaping into the ocean, shattering the layer of still blue glass on top.

There will be giggles rising with bubbles from the ocean floor,