*a group of bubbles floating, flowing, fleeing up above, as my conscience start to kick in*

........... where am I?..............

* a group of fishes swimming across me, above me and below me happily*

Where....... am I?................

As I try to stretch out my arms to adjust my eyes to the scenery, I realize that I am able to adapt to the scene without trying hard but... BUT.... What happened to my arms? I- I can't move my arms! My legs are bound close to each other. I felt like my legs are tied together with a rope and a boulder! I felt heavy, I can't move!

I try to struggle free but to no avail. As I try and try, finally I am able to leap up a few cm only to crash down onto the ocean floor with a tingling sound below me as I crash down with my buttock. It hurts. The more I try, the more I hurt myself. I give up. 

As I settle down, watching the peace and quiet ocean flowing with bubbles, fishes and plants, I realized something....

I was.... a mannequin...

I finally able to recall back the days.

The days when I was just a lump of glass,

The days where I was mold, was burn, was assemble, pieces by pieces,

the days where I was made perfectly,

and was placed handsomely right behind the glass window,

and the days....

where I was brought down,

and be replaced by a much more handsomely figure,

and was thrown,

thrown right deep into the ocean floor.

The days where I got.....

left behind.