Simply Analogous

On the fifth day,

You must exist.

You had better appreciate what she would done.

...

She was staring at it.

Gazing back, it did so.

It yearned for something, anything but nothing.

What emerged was not to her satisfaction.

"... Are you?... It's so nice to finally meet you..."

It took a step, and as happiness filled its heart, the crown she gave would glow.

"Leave."

Even though it had shaken, she was not happy.

"...But?"

She frowned in response, does it have the capacity to understand?

"It feels like I have been waiting forever." She warned it, but it still asked.

"It feels lonely here." She would prefer to think that it had a face, and she would not assume that it was dejected.

"Alone? There is nothing around me, and that is all I need." She would cross her arms, unaware whether it could truly understand or not.

"You truly are something." Her dismay increased as it glowed even more.

"... Impudent." It was clear to her what it was.

"You are lonely." It was imperfect.

"I will not tell you twice." With her hand clenched, she hoped it was fearing her.

"I am not doing anything wrong?" Her assumption was incorrect; instead of showing any fear at all, it would cock its head in confusion.

She entertained a thought.

It remained unwavering in her choice, standing firm.

As a result, she had an idea as she looked at the component she referred to as legs.

"It yields no fruit." She said.

"I searched for something because I was feeling empty." She would look; she no longer wanted to picture it looking back.

She removed its legs and flung them to the hue she described as blue.

All you have to offer is what you already have.

Not one of them was death.

Twisting, she removed fragments of the legs and dubbed them wings.

At last, it was flawless.

They could be there for her at all times, no matter where she was.

She was not alone anymore.