This is Girl speaking. A few weeks ago I made a new friend, and by that I mean LITERALLY made. A plushie named Doey. This is what I imagine her story to be. "Hidden in-between a youngling’s storybooks, there exists a land of never-ending snow, one which is growing closer to heaven every night while its citizen is sinking deeper and deeper. Citizen, yes, not in plural-form, because there is only one. A fawn named Doey. This fawn is very different from any other fawn you may have met, for a multitude of reasons. She is known first and foremost for her ability to grant anyone’s wish, whatever it may be, no exceptions to the rule. But more importantly, unlike the land which created her, she can never grow up. Although day and night exist, time does not, at least not the way it is understood by most. Some would say that the clock is always ticking at exactly twelve past noon, that only the frozen world underneath Doey´s hooves can move past it. Others would say that time is collapsed ...