Bamby Doll – Play Me like A Rock Star

Muted voices rise from downstairs, a low hum of conversation and laughter filling the open spaces of the house. Sunlight spills through the curtains, stretching long across the floor. You sit on the bed, fastening the bandage around your finger, the sting already dulling. Then—a knock. Soft. Unhurried. She steps inside, her presence subtle yet intentional. There’s something familiar in the way she looks at you, as if she has known you longer than this moment. She holds out a fresh bandage—not necessary, but offered nonetheless.