Would you believe me if I told you I remember being the princess doll? Feeling Rose knit over my face, replacing it row by row by agonizing row with the face of something otherworldly, grotesque? My fingers fused together, my mouth replaced with a mass of writhing, 100% cotton tentacles, my head swollen to bulbous proportions beneath my silly princess hat.
Because I am not sure I believe myself but it sure feels like a memory.