microfiction, dolls
Games
On a bed sits a pile of blankets emitting sounds of what sounds like arcade shmups and the clicky noises of an arcade joystick and buttons.
They ask "whats going on in there?"
The witch answers: "Its just my blade, playing its war games. It is Saturday after all. Plus the library doesn't need any tending to."
"Whats with the blankets"
"Comfyness, what else? It loves soft things." The witch replies happily.