She was pretty. very pretty. I thought of her like a porcelain doll; her ivory skin was flawless and her rosy cheeks were embedded with dimples on each side. Her eyes a sombre grey and her hair as black as the night sky.
I had no clue as to who she was or why all of a sudden she was in my closet wearing a white long frock with pigtails timidly swaying, as her eyes widened at the tea party I was throwing. I still distinctly remember how she had smiled at me and took me by the hand and whispered.
"Can I join in ...I haven't had a tea party in ages".
I decided it was best to let her join in. The more the merrier and besides it was boring being the only human amongst my rag dolls. I liked making friends.
I inquired her name "What is your name?"
She whispered "Maya"
"How old are you?"
"I'm seven just like you Imaan" She whispered yet again.
"But how do you know my name and age...did Dadi tell you?"
"I know everyone's name even your dead parents" her whisper grew hard
I felt suddenly in that eccentricity this girl Maya carried with her a chill down my spine. Her cheeks suddenly didn't appear as rosy and her skin was rather pale as she smiled at me and backed away never once blinking until she was at the door of the room.
It was then when I glanced down and her feet were missing. In confusion, I blinked but then she was gone.
A cold breeze entered through the window and tickled my bare feet that were peeking out from the end of the blanket waking me up to reality. That was one hell of a dream or so I thought at the time.