So Tifa carefully put me onto the palm of her right hand and walked upstairs to her room. As a matter of act, the whole house looked just like the one Tifa and her parents used to live in before Nibelheim was destroyed, but as you know, the village was rebuilt by SHINRA, and so Tifa´s house as well. It was sometimes a bit hard for her to live there, since it brought back some dear memories of her parents; it even made her cry from time to time.
"Well, here we are." she said as she opened the door to her room. It was quite an ordinary room, there were all the things you´d expect from a cute girl´s room: her soft bed, a writing desk, a bookshelf (with all kinds of books; like books about arithmetic, poetry, biology or some novels, in any case she had a good taste) and of course a piano. Tifa could play the piano masterfully, and it was a joy to listen to her.
Next to her bed, there was the dollhouse she spoke of. She removed the roof of the house and placed me next to a bed. I looked around only to see that it was an ordinary room I was in. Yet it was a bit disturbing to see that even a doll-bed was too big for me. I even had problems to get onto the bed due to my size.
"I´m sorry, but I don´t have a smaller bed."
"Don´t worry, it´s okay for me. Anyway, I´m gonna sleep now. Good night, Tifa."
"Good night, Sith."
She yawned and sat down on her bed. It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep, but I stayed awake for quite some time.
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