The Figures

Companionship

You have seen three bright white lights hanging over the park near you and you are overwhelmingly curious about them. For the past two nights you have seen them, yet as you ask others, you realize you are the only one that has seen them. You travel to the park, where you saw them over, only to find nothing but the trees you know intimately by touch and the stars that you do not. After a while you begin to loose hope in seeing those lights, and it is exactly that point right before giving up that she appears. You don't notice at first, too absorbed in sulking and poking the ground with a stick, but you slowly notice a growing golden glow. You turn around and spot, in the middle of a field, a woman bathed in a golden glow. She, herself, is a kind of gold color, but not an obnoxious, opulent color, the color of true gold when it is found in the vein where it laid waiting. She wears no clothes, but her nakedness is not uncomfortable nor arousing, it seems pure to you, natural. She sees you and smiles, beckoning you to join her in her walk. Something about this woman brings you towards her and you find yourself joining her in this walk through the grass. For a bit neither of you speak, but neither of you mind. The loud silence of the night is enough to fill the space. She begins the conversation, as she always does. You don't know how, but you end up telling her everything, your dreams and aspirations, your deepest secrets, your silliest ideas, your most profound thoughts. Everyone tells her these. She listens intently as she does, head cocked slightly to the side, her golden eyes looking intently at you as words are pouring out of your mouth. Her glow ebbs and flows with the conversation, and she offers a consoling look or physical gesture of reassurance when the situation calls for it. Eventually the sun begins to lighten the sky and obscure the stars that you think you know, and she gives you a sad look. She does not want to part with you. She does not want this conversation to end. She knows you now, and loves you deeply. She embraces you in a warm hug and you bury your face in her golden hair and feel calm for once in your life, truly calm. You both eventually pull out of the hug and she kisses you on the lips, not in a romantic way or in a family sense, but in a pure, full of love state. This woman bathed in gold, this figure you have spent the entire night talking to, this golden being that loves you deeply, gives you a necklace, saying that it is something to remember her by. The pendant of the necklace is different for everyone, reflecting their different natures and lives. In your final moments together she says that she will come again. In a flash of gold she disappears, leaving you with a necklace around your neck and her words echoing in your ears as you walk home.