You sign and lay down in the crib. It's impossible to get out. The crib is 4 inches high, much too tall for someone your size, and there's no door. You try and think of the good in your situation. The doll clothes you're wearing are rather comfortable. And at least you're safe. April wouldn't hurt you. Who knows what kind of trouble you'd be in if your sister hadn't found you...
After 15 minutes, April comes bounding into the room. She drops down to the floor and grins at you. You can feel and smell her breath, and try not to gag.
"Good, you're still here!" April says. "Now we can play some more."
She picks you up at your waist and brings you to a highchair in the dollhouse's kitchen. She places you in it and reaches for the mother doll. She stands the doll before you.
"Open wide! It's dinnertime!" April tells you. She raises the doll's arm and brings it toward your face. It pokes you. You try to brush it away, but April insists that you "eat." Finally, you open your mouth and pretend to swallow.
"Good! Now that you're full, it's nappy time."
She picks you up again and places you in her cupped hand. She begins to rock her hand back and forth and hums a lullabye. You're starting to get tired of this.
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