Karyn was a doll. She looked at herself. She was made of colored cloth, and filled to the brim with white stuffing. Her hands were just tan mittens with little thumbs, and her black dress was sewn into her "skin" Her hair was made from green yarn, and her pointy hat stuck to her.
Strangely, she wasn't scared at all. In fact, she was excited - no, elated - she was a doll. The wish she had made; the wish 'that she had a dollhouse that could being toys to life' wouldn't make her a doll forever, and Jon still had the stone. She would be human soon enough, but for now, this was amazing.
A funny corner of her cotton brain - the one that had a crush on Jon - wished he would play with her. She jumped up on her dollhouse balcony and looked over to Jon, but he was busy focused on something other than the magical doll.
She followed his gaze to Karyn's giant human body, lying unconscious on the floor in front of the dollhouse. He jumped from the bed, making a rumble in the ground that rocked the little toy.
"Karyn, are you OK?" He shouted to Karyn's old body. He shook her shoulders, and as Karyn Doll started to speak, she heard her body moan.
"What happened? Where am I?" A female voice asked.
"We're in your room. I think you wished up a cursed dollhouse." Jon and Karyn's body turned to Karyn Doll, who waved back with a tiny hand. Jon's mouth dropped open.
"Jon, I'm a little thirsty. Could you get me some water?" He nodded and got up. "No wishing while I'm gone, OK?"
As he left the room, the human Karyn turned to the witch doll on the balcony. The little toy back up. There was something in those human eyes and the way a smile spread across her face that unsettled the doll. The human tightened her grip around the stone . . .
