I arrive every morning at work, put my winter boots and jacket away and the first thing I always see is this little doll that nobody plays with anymore. She's been sitting here for I don't know how long and looks at me when I start the day.
I wonder what she has seen with her emerald green eyes.
And most of all, I wonder... how old she really is.... or if anyone had given her a name.
On some days she will be sitting this way and on other days I see her eyes closed; her body leaning back slightly. And sometimes she looks away or seems to be staring into space.
I like the way her eyes tell me one thing that we are all afraid to be: