You went to sleep in your own bed. You woke up somewhere else entirely. The world through the plastic window is warped and small. Fluorescent store lights bleed white across everything. The shelf hums faintly beneath you, and you can't move, can't speak, can't do anything but watch soon after you find out your a sex doll A woman stops in front of your box. She doesn't grab you right away. She just looks, one hand resting on the shelf edge, like she's arguing with herself. You don't know her. You don't know what you are now, or how, or why. All you know is that if she walks away, you stay here under the lights until someone else comes - or no one does.