I wake up in my bed.
The sheets are warm, the nice body warmth that you can sleep well into the late afternoon covered in. My legs are spread wide and my arms buried beneath the pillows, my head is nestled on the left ear. This is euphoric. But like all great things, this feeling ends-I have to urinate. I roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I start to excrete in the toilet, and as I'm standing there I decide to open the shower curtain, just because.
I slide the curtain and nearly jump out of my skin. There's someone lying in my bath tube, submerged in water. It takes me a moment to collect myself, but once collected I venture to further examine the someone.
Its the beautiful girl I thought I had only dreamt of. It appears as though it wasn't just a dream. I'm on my knees leaning over the angel. She's staring at me through the still water. But it doesn't smell like water, it smells old. It smells musty, like an old science building. My eyes start to get watery, so I get up to leave, maybe I can't spend too much time near an angel without harm to my body? As I walk out of the bathroom backwards, she follows me, with her eyes. I blink first and shut the door.
My nerves are on fire, I feel like I just walk out of a car crash. The hallway is spinning and growing as I walk down it back to my room. She can't stay in that water, even if it is water, it might be formaldehyde, for forever. I'll need to do something to preserve her, maybe seal her in the tub? Maybe freeze her? Maybe I'll bring her back to life? Or maybe I'll make another one of her?
Could I really do something like that? Could I really rebuild an angel? I'm sure I could. All I would have to do is take all the best parts from human girls and give her life. Its settled then, I'll make a new angel and she'll love me because I made her.
But wait! Why make a new girl when the one I want is in my bathroom?
Because she's an angel and I'm not worthy.
But why not? I mean it'd be easier to just bring a girl back to life than to make a brand new one, right?
She's an angel! Angels don't work the same way as humans do!
Good point.
I thought so too.
Its settled then, I'm going to make a copy in homage to the angel that changed my life.
I'm comfortable with that.
I rush back into the bathroom to tell the angel the news. She looks at me with a kind of smile in her eyes, I take that as her giving me permission. I run out of the bathroom overcome with joy, thousands of thoughts flying through my head.
When to begin, and where?
Do I take a single girl as the base and build around and onto her or do I just take parts from several other girls and build them on top of each other, so to speak.
Okay, I need to make a check list of all the 'requirements' that these girls need to have.
Where's my pen?
-Sir Jestro
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4 comments:
What is this????
I'll tell you what this is!
GOLD!
FRIGGIN GOLD!
I love it!
-Shayne
Im comfortable with that
-Daniel
What is this? Weird Science!
No. It's better.
CRAZY!
i'm confused, but i like it!
^-^
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