A porcelain doll.

The porcelain doll drops a tear every single day. Each day for diferent reason(s), each day for the same reason(s). Her little head splits everyday a bit, she cries everytime that happens. She can't control it, it's stronger than her, it's ready to explode. The porcelain yellow-haired doll, doesn't feel she belongs in that place, in that house, in that room, in that shelf. Although, she has two good reasons to not feel that away, she knows she belongs somewhere else, very far, far away in a green place with beautiful hills and flowers. Where blue, green and yellow are the only colors. She wants to get away, run to that magic place. Get free from all of her limitations - (...). Open her fragile white wings and quietly fly away from that shelf, without anyone noticing it. Fly to that garden where other dolls make her feel she belong, make her feel inexplicably happy and secure - unbreakable. In a definitely way - never return back.