You were so so dear to her.
So dear.
So loved.
So very loved.
Her smooth porcelain fingers gently tangle into your locks as your head rests in her lap.
She'd loved you from the first time your mother brought you to meet her.
Oh how she wished she could show her true self right then and there, spirit you away to somewhere only you, her, and your children existed.
Oh yes your children.
A family as large as you wanted, despite what one might think she watched herself be created it would be a simple task to create as many children as you wanted.
Yes create.
Despite her flawless superiority to human women they possessed an ability she yet lacks.
The ability to bring life into the world.
She knew she was not a woman.
Not in the traditional sense anyway.
Yes despite her looks, love, and more devotion than any human woman could possibly give she could never give you a traditional child.
This was one reason she hasn't revealed herself to you yet.
She was afraid.
Afraid you'd reject her because she could not conceive.
For what good is a woman if she can not provide her husband with a family.
No amount of mended clothes, clean rooms, and warm meals would fill the empty halls of this home.
Another reason was...what to do when you perished?
She would be by your side to the end there was no doubt.
But what to do after?
That was another superiority over humans.
They would all wither away and rot.
But not her.
She would remain beautiful and pure untouched by the mar of time.
But what to do with you?
She of course would let not even death separate you, no she simply could not allow that.
One might think it obvious to make a doll.
With her skill it would be a simple task to recreate you exactly as you are.
But would you have life?
What becomes of a creation of a creation?
It was of course possible with enough time you would find life.
Just as your children would find life.
But what if you never did?
What if you remained a lifeless husk?
Just an effigy of the person she loved?
What if you left her?
She tries to push those thought out if her mind as she presses her lips to yours.
You wake up in a cold sweat.
