Didn't do it last time so let's give it a go here! No copywrite infringement intended!

I watched Star Wars last night so forgive me for a very obvious reference to it at the end! *cough* ;)

Oh, and please read and review! I know my writing isn't that good but reviews help :D

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A familiar sweet smell invaded River’s senses, irritating her nose. She sneezed violently, rolling onto her side and abruptly onto the floor. Her head ached, whether due to the sneeze or the bump she’d received on hitting the wooden floorboards she wasn’t sure. However, as her eyes adjusted to the poor light, a cold fear seized her body. She was home.

Trembling, River dislodged a squashed doll from under her thigh, gripping it tightly in two hands. Familiar rough fabric, asymmetrical bunches, picked at stitching. The smell was sweet. Mother’s perfume? No, the scent was corrupted. Memory playing tricks.

Her body felt like a lead weight, a force was pushing her down and it was only with great effort that River managed to drag herself up from the floor. Room was smaller. Physically impossible. Roof threatened to fall and crush her. There were familiar pictures on the walls, many of them hand drawn of Russian dolls. A paper tiger dangled from the ceiling; River stared entranced at the craftsmanship, beautifully creased, no ruffled paper. Perfect lines.

A light came on outside her room; a small slit shot through her room and cast shadows as it hit the shapes of other toys that littered the floor. Disorganised. So many memories, so many smells. River twitched, covering her eyes with her hands. Outside she knew people were moving. They were intersecting the light, voices like interference, buzzing in her head.

“…wriggle and wriggle, you won’t stay still…” A voice dipped and slowed, the sound corrupted by high pitched squealing and odd bleeping. Notes were missing, the music was not harmonious. Boldly River moved towards the door, her hand drifted down and touched the doorknob