Who am I?

I'm sure I know.

I'm a tiny doll in a giant doll house.

The whole world is a giant doll house.

We are the dolls connected to strings.

No wait, that couldn't be.

Where are my strings?

I can't see them.

Perhaps the strings are invisible.

That could be right.

Our house may really be toothpicks.

That must be what I am.

A small doll in a huge doll house.

But who controls us? Who holds the strings?

No, that couldn't be... Me a doll?

It's all confusing.

That's almost impossible.

Or is it?