“Erika, you can open your eyes – I can tell that this isn’t going to work.” Willow echoes the sentiment in my head. Relieved, I open my eyes.
“Nope, not at all. I’m sorry Willow, but unless you’ve got something I can see, hear, taste or touch, nothing is happening.”
Willow reaches into the little pink pocket on her Glossies cardigan and pulls out a small victorian doll with strange letters printed its apron.
“The doll I’m holding right now is yours. Aradia is an expert in locating family artifacts so she found this for you. She’s been in your family for generations.”
Willow hands me the doll and I can see the exquisite details of her fine features.
Why do I feel like this doll belongs to me when I’ve never seen it before?
“Ok Erika, close your eyes again, let’s try something a little different.” Willow says.
“Ok, fine, down the rabbit-hole I go again.” I settle back into the sofa again with the doll in hand and close my eyes.