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I was sleeping and when I awoke, the darkness didn’t lift.
I’ve) I’d been lying here for some considerable time, broken and damaged.
Unable to see the sun rise or set, blind to shadows passing the hours as the sun made its journey across the sky, I had no sense of time.
It was strange, feeling warmth on my body, hearing sounds around me, not knowing their ages, species or sex.
Recently I heard footsteps, and a Voice.
It sounded young, childlike, excited.
The object of the excitement was apparently me as I was gently touched.
I looked forward to hearing this Voice. It would come and go, perhaps day to day.
I felt things being moved, replaced, rearranged, all totally painless.
I had no need for food, but when I felt the coolness of water upon me, I relished the reviving power it provided.
I felt something placed in my empty socket.
‘There,’ said the Voice. ‘It may not be exactly right, but I’ve made your eye complete.’
I focused, and standing before me was a creature I would normally have devoured.
I could not do it and chose to remain her deadwood sculpture.