as I worked in the shop alone.
I felt his eyes followng me.
I thought he moved,
and as he walked,
his head moved side to side,
missing nothing..
Ancient man doll, you scare me,
with your painted hair and eyes that close.
I worked,
alone,
except for him...
At last, his eyes closed,
and the room seemed brighter.
May you sell soon, old one.
I shall not miss you.
