05
During my time in the dark, questions of status, relationships, and purpose circle my mind. What am I? How was Daniel speaking of me? Why did Daniel yell at Crys? “In the beginning, God created the heavens and Earth,” Daniel read once. Daniel is my creator therefore he is my God. God is Daniel’s God. Who is God’s God? Who is God’s God’s God? Where does the line end? Is there an end? In the dark, I strain myself grappling with these abstractions. Amidst my strife, Daniel’s entrance into the room disrupts my focus. I’m awake now, and watching; watching as he walks over to the bookshelf and extracts a very thin soft-cover book from the front cover of Don Quixote, a much larger, hard-cover book. XXX is a unique title for a book, I muse. The woman on the front cover is unclothed and looks extraordinarily similar to Crys, but with more make-up and bigger breasts. Daniel takes his pants off and spreads his legs across the leather chair; his feet smudge the glass table below me. Breathing heavily as he pulls at himself, I conclude that this is a powerful book, perhaps more powerful even than The Holy Bible. No book has elicited a reaction like this before.
Minutes later, the action reaches a climax and Daniel splatters himself across the book’s pages. Exhaling deeply, his head falls back into the chair giving me a clear image of his beat red sweaty face. A long delay takes place before Daniel returns XXX to Don Quixote.
Daniel then sits back on the same chair and opens one of the glass table’s drawers. My perspective has disallowed me to notice this drawer until now. Inside, he removes another book (why is this one hidden?). It is small and black and missing any sort of text or image on its cover. When he opens it, I see too that it’s also missing text. Daniel removes a pencil and begins to write.