I fear the man I have come to love has discovered what I am. Who I have become- this wallowing stone heart and porcelain face. If I had proper lungs I know I would have held my breath as he examined me; never touching, but looking so closely I could have kissed his cheek. He's tall, my human. Tall and curious.
He visits me now, quite often as it is, and talks with me as though he expects me to speak back. Oh and I would if only...
If only I weren't so frightened. What would a human do to me if he knew? Would he sell me? Imprison me in a collection where I would never again see the sun? What would I do if he tried? Would I let it happen? Or would I strike back? No, I dont believe I would harm him.
He brought a lunch today and sat at my feet, the food smelled wonderful and I could see so much was weighing on his mind; I couldnt stop myself for the sad and weary look in his eye. I smiled for him. It startled him I could see, but he only smiled back and turned his attention on cleaning up his lunch. I feel light as air!
