It is everywhere, on every side of me, filling me up. Sometimes I wonder if I am made of water, because I can breathe it in and not die.
You might think I get lonely here in my world of water. But I am not lonely at all. I spend my time in admiration of my surroundings. There are walls surrounding me, walls that must also be made of water, and yet they are strong, defined. Wooden, lined in gold, immoveable, and still, I can walk right through them.
And these walls house beauty I can't even begin to describe. This place is decorated to the nines, splendor dripping from every corner. All resting gently in the delicious glimmer of water.
Father says it is all for me, in celebration of my birthday. It's funny, father isn't here, and yet he's always here. I feel him all around me, in every stick of furniture, every wall of my personal mansion. But his presence lies most strongly in my Treasure, the delicate pink and white diamonds dripping from strands of gold. In the center, a heart. His heart. When I am near it, he speaks to me.
"Everyone will be here soon, sweet girl," he whispers. "You should ready yourself."
And so I do. I brush and brush my hair, I make sure my gown is perfect in the mirror, I peek out the door to see if anyone has arrived yet.
But this time before, this space, it is for me. This room, and this Treasure, it is for me.
And so I admire, and in my admiration, I forget that I am waiting. I've got nothing I need to wait for, really. Everything I could possibly want is right here.
So naturally, you can imagine my surprise when the guests came.
At first, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I may have heard some noises, but there are noises all around me, delicate, whispering noises.
Then I saw a light. Bright and overwhelming, it hurt my eyes. I held up a hand, but the light shone right through in ripples, as water refracts.
Once the light faded, I could make out a creature. I could not tell if this creature was human or not, but it certainly didn't seem prepared for a party. It looked like a human blended with a fish, but with a large, bulbous head, and strange cylindrical protrusions erupting from its back.
I stared, curious. This creature was not beautiful, like the rest of my world. It didn't seem to care at all about my party. It swam right past me, not noticing me. I held out a hand to stop it, and it felt disgustingly solid. More solid than anything I knew. As I made contact with it, an uncomfortable sensation welled within me.
Then the creature was in my room. The discomfort grew inside as I watched it approach my Treasure. I could hear my father's voice, normally so calm and reassuring, now anxious and fearful; "Elise? Elise, take my hand! Take my hand! Kick your feet, can you kick your feet?"
The creature was touching my Treasure now. My father's voice rang in my head, shouting confusing words, "Elise! Oh god, please! Everett, can you move that board? Can you get it off of her? Keep breathing, Elise! Kick your feet! Swim to me, please!"
My head erupted with feelings I couldn't place. This was no guest to my party. This was an invader. My heart cracked, and I heard words spilling from my mouth, angry and bitter: "What do you think you're doing?"
I couldn't tell you how long it has been since the creatures arrived. Or how, exactly, they left. But in the end, I kept my Treasure. It sits with me, gentle and serene, glistening in the waveless water.
My father whispers to me. "Happy birthday, sweet girl. Everyone will be here soon."
And now I know that I can keep this time mine. The guests never have to arrive. I can live my life in peace and beauty.
"You should ready yourself," he says.
I am ready, father.
This week's entry was an intersection with binaryorchid. Check out her side of the story here!