Part 1.

                                    

                                          
"On today's news, the six Johnson's limited life-size dolls have been reduced to six late last night. The missing doll was reported missing early this morning when workers arrived to move the doll to tomorrow's showcase. The missing doll casing was said to be ripped apart and the doll was gone. The police have started an investigation and are currently questioning the workers on duty last night. Darwin Johnson has yet to release an official statement in regards to the missing doll and his long-awaited exhibition..."
                          
Caleb stretched his limbs tiredly as he yawned. He turned the volume of the television down and removed his glasses. "All this fuss over a doll," he said to himself. "With millions on the line, I can't blame them. But a doll..." Caleb couldn't understand why they needed to make life-sized and not only life-sized but human-like dolls. The buzz about it was crazy.
                          
He yawned again. He sat upon his couch. He had just finished the last chapter of his current book and sent it to his editor. He wanted to sleep but was too lazy to get up from his current position and moved towards his bed. Caleb lived in a studio apartment which meant everything was one but wasn't one. Sleeping on the couch was tempting. Having experienced the pain from sleeping in an uncomfortable position, he wasn't up for that tonight.
                          
Caleb pulled all his energy together and got up. He now knew why he couldn't head over to his bed just yet. Why he was listening to the news when he didn't want to. It was a crucial matter...
                          
He was hungry.
                          
A late-night snack wouldn't kill anyone. A few pounds here and there was no bother to him. He was going to satisfy his hunger. Making way to his kitchen Caleb pushed the footstool to the desired spot. His five feet five inches frame -five-four but an extra inch wouldn't hurt- was not built for these cupboards. Upon moving in for the first time, he complained about it every time he entered the kitchen. There were days when he subconsciously stretches upward forgetting his height, cursing the maker for making the cupboards so high and God for not throwing in a few more inches on him. At least he was adorable.
                          
Finding a few half-drunken juices, eggs, and a carton of milk, Caleb knew the grocery store had not seen him in a few weeks. There was no point cursing his misfortunes and frankly he couldn't blame anyone but himself. Still, Caleb felt like cursing. He was onto the cupboards. His last ray of hope. As if the God of Hunger- if there was such a God- were shining the rays of Fruity Pebbles on him. There it was, tucked in the back of the cupboards that mocked his height.
                          
Then it happened. The dramatic change of angelic music to the drastic slow burn of disappointment. Turns out the God of Hunger weren't in his favor after all. "What did I do to deserve this? Was it because I didn't share my fries with Simone that one time?" He stared at the ceiling. Slamming the box that crumbled on impact giving him the satisfaction of destroying the very thing that gave him hope.
                          
The twenty-four-hour convenience store around the corner was only a few minutes walk. It was only a few minutes to ten in the night, and Caleb would rather not leave his house. Whether it was seven in the morning, noon, or ten at night. There was a comfort his apartment gave and honestly, the world beyond his door was just too much. He made way to his bedroom to grab his signature gray hooded sweater half-tucked underneath his pillow. There was something about writer's block that made Caleb lazy. He just lazes around, staring at the world through his open window and wondering when the next line would hit him, and then everything would follow afterward. The pile of clothes in the corner of his room was something he had to deal with after he's had his fill.
                          
He grabbed his glasses and firmly placed it on. It wasn't that he was completely blind plus neither did he have 20/20 vision. And even though sometimes he wished it was just for show they weren't. He didn't necessarily need them for a stop at the convenience store but they just felt like they needed to be there. The street was surprisingly empty for the most part. With his hand tucked deep into his pockets that wrapped around his phone. Caleb hummed the lyrics to the recent song he's been obsessed with. "....Didn't want no one to hold you what does that mean..."