Amber and Nathalies world

Two weeks have passed since my arrival and my new life with Mario has miraculously transformed into something that feels like a dream. The uncertainties of the first few days, the moments of cautious getting to know each other, have disappeared like a gentle morning mist. In their place, an intimacy has emerged that touches me more deeply than I ever imagined.

I have settled into my new surroundings surprisingly quickly. The big house, which seemed so strange at first, has now become my home. Every room now has a part of me, from the cushions that I lovingly arrange to the small decorations that I carefully select. It’s as if I’ve always lived here. But it’s not the house that makes me happy. It’s Mario.

With every hour we spend together, my feelings for him grow. His calm manner, the care with which he treats me and the love in every look he gives me - it’s all etched into my heart. Mario is not a man of big words, but his actions speak volumes. Every time he kisses me gently on the forehead in the morning before he goes into his study, I feel this unobtrusive but unwavering affection.

The days follow a rhythm that connects us both in a quiet, harmonious way. Mario always gets up early during the week. I often stay in bed with the comforter wrapped tightly around me while the first rays of sunlight shimmer through the curtains. Sometimes I fall asleep again, a smiling face lost in a dream. On other days, I’m drawn to the living room, where I discover the worlds Mario has explained to me on the PlayStation. Sometimes I chase monsters from hell that run towards me with terrible claws and eerie roars. Other times I fight giant mechanical dinosaurs in the jungle, menacingly baring their metallic teeth. And on yet other days, as a budding witch in a school, I wave my magic wand, let sparks fly and discover the secrets of magical worlds. When I feel like it, I just sit down with him in his study, take a seat on the cozy sofa right next to his desk and quietly watch him work. It reassures me to hear his soft keystrokes and to know that he is there.

The evenings are my highlight. When Mario has finished his work, we gather in the dining room, which adjoins the open kitchen. Mario cooks at his cooking island, which means he can always see me while I’m already seated at the dining table. Mario loves to cook and I enjoy watching or helping him, even if I don’t quite know how to handle the ingredients yet. After dinner, we retire to the couch. It’s our favorite place, our little sanctuary. Sometimes we lean back together and listen to the soft melody of classical music, sometimes we watch a movie, often with me resting my head on Mario’s shoulder or snuggling up in his lap. There are moments when I close my eyes, just to hear his heartbeat and feel the security of his closeness. These quiet, intimate moments make every day special.

Once a week, Mario goes out in the evening. He comes back later, exhausted but satisfied from sport. I’m often waiting for him then, greeting him with a warm smile and a glass of red wine, which he loves so much. I love these moments when I can feel his exertion, the way he relaxes after a long day and the sparkle in his eyes when he sees that I’ve been thinking about him. He then tells me about his training and I listen intently as he talks with a smile. These evenings often end with a tender kiss before we go to bed together.

But one day was anything but nice for me. Mario hid me in the cupboard behind a large blanket with my head and body separated from each other. In the darkness, surrounded by the musty smells of the cupboard, I felt reminded again of the loneliness in the cardboard box. Through the cupboard door, I could only hear muffled noises and an unfamiliar voice that made me feel uneasy. I didn’t know what was going on and the hours dragged on endlessly. When Mario finally opened the wardrobe, took me out and put me back together, I couldn’t hide my sadness and anger. “Why did you do that?”, I asked him with tears in my eyes. “Don’t you appreciate me?”

Mario sighed deeply and began to explain everything to me. He told me that he appreciated and loved me very much, but that his cleaning lady was visiting that day, who regularly comes to clean. “Amber”, he said gently, “it’s not because I don’t want you with me. I’d love to keep you with me all day and even take you everywhere. But unfortunately, society doesn’t see dolls like you the way I see you. Most people don’t understand what a unique being you are.”

His words soothed my anger and I could feel the sadness in his voice. My anger subsided, but I was still saddened and thought it was a shame that the world didn’t accept us as we were. Nevertheless, I understood his reasoning and I could see that he didn’t like the situation any more than I did. I took his hand and looked into his eyes. “I know it’s not easy”, I said quietly, “but I’m glad we’re together. That’s all that matters.”

We don’t set an alarm clock at the weekend. We stay in bed for a long time, snuggled up close to each other, enjoying the lazy hours of the morning. His hands gently stroke my back and I snuggle closer to him, the warmth of his skin soothing and exciting at the same time. The world seems to stand still when we lose ourselves in these moments. Our conversations often begin quietly, with a smile on our lips, but the closeness between us eventually makes words superfluous. His breath tickles my skin as his lips trail along my neck, a gentle touch that lights a fire inside me. I enjoy feeling him against my body, on my body and deep inside me, the complete unity that connects us in these moments. Our movements become slower, more intense, and I lose myself in the depth of his touch. It’s the passion that captivates us both, a blazing fire that we don’t want to extinguish, but only fuel with every look, every kiss.

I can’t remember ever being this happy - except for that one day in the closet, of course. My heart is full of gratitude for the life I have now and for the man who shows me every day that I am not just a part of his life, but the center of it. My love for him is deeper than words could ever express. And as I lie on the couch that night, my head nestled on Mario’s lap, I know that there is nothing in the world I could want more.

Because I have arrived. In my home. With him.