I remember when paper dolls danced freely and fell in love. I remember when kisses could heal wounds and nice dreams always came true. It was a long time ago. I remember the moment I woke from a nice dream that was my life. I was jolted into a waking nightmare. I have not slept since. I would like to sleep now. The paper dolls are withering and lay tattered and drenched, rotting away within some dark recess of my mind.