07
A day later my light was switched on again, and I saw Crys in the flesh for the first time. When she walked in, I nearly burst with energy I glowed so much. My light radiated off her soft skin; she was stunningly beautiful. Crys is a little smaller and shorter than Daniel, and more emphatic in her mannerisms. Despite being the first I had seen, I couldn’t imagine any other Goddess being more stunning. She looked up at me with wonder and gently smiled; I lit a twinkle in her green eyes and saw my own beauty reflected back in the shades of light glistening from her wavy brown hair as it fell over her shoulders. She nodded softly as if to say, you are my child and I love you.
Following our introduction to one another, Crys pulled out a feather duster and began swiping at objects in the room, filling the air between us with thousands of pieces of small, sooty debris. She started at the small table in the room’s centre, directly below me, and then moved to the chairs against the back wall. She squeezed her hands into the side of the chairs and pulled out a small coin from the second one. It glistened against my light. She put it in her back pocket, perhaps as a token of my memory. As Crys went about her ritual, specks of dust filled the air and climbed towards the sky, some getting caught in its tiny white specks, others falling back down, and a few ricocheting off me.
Crys walked towards the picture on the wall and took it in for some time before patting it with the duster. I wondered what this picture meant to Crys and speculated if I could ever elicit a similar reaction from she or Daniel. Finally, Crys moved to the shelf holding the books. She made sure to touch every layer and every crevice of the shelf, and applied the same precision with the books. I took great notice when she interrupted the routine to remove a title; Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. This book had a delectable cover and reminded me of the picture on the wall. Both were fantastical; images of new worlds I would never have fathomed if I hadn’t observed them directly. Crys then placed Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone on the centre table and moved to the small green shrub in the corner of the room, touching every leaf and every blade of the plant.
Crys left only to return very shortly after, holding a glass of water. It danced in my light to the rhythm of Crys’ sway. She threw it against the plant in the corner and the soil immediately soaked it up. Tiny, clear droplets fell from the points of the shrub. Then, Crys turned around, grabbed Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and exited through the door.