My Little Slice of Heaven

Some people would call it immature But I do not care what they say. In my room I have a shelf full of dolls In which I play with all day. These dolls are antiques too precious to touch Some collectors would say. But I don’t care, Not too much Because these dolls take me away. Whenever I am sad, I go to the shelf I pick up a doll I look at myself. I take a picture Put her down Brush her hair Fix up her gown. When I think I am done Having fun I put her away and what can I say? Some people would call it immature But I do not care what they say. Did I mention I have a shelf full of dolls? In which I play with all day?