Oct 14, 2022
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The Doll Maker, #16 — I took Red and Charlie down the attic stairs.
Red clung to me. She was able to walk which surprised me. Charlie seemed happy to cuddle in my arms. She felt so real. They both felt real.
I didn’t feel very real. Had I lost my mind?
It’s a dream. That explains it. It’s a lucid dream. NO, in a lucid dream you are aware you’re dreaming. This seems real.
It can’t be real.
I made Red and Charlie some thin cream of wheat with a dollop of butter. I had no clue what they could eat, but they were eating — slow tiny sips. The only way I could help them was to keep calm and take things one step at a time. I’d figure it out — I had to.
The kettle whistled.
“No! Help me,” screamed Red.
