Every day the creator would come and do something to me, but I never knew quite what, and after a while I began to wonder. I still had only two eyes, a head, a body, and a heart, so just what was it that they were doing to me each and every day?
It went on like this for weeks. I was happy that the creator was paying attention to me, but it just didn't seem to satisfy me the way it used to. I suppose I may have just become impatient, but I also may have wanted proof... proof that they did still care for me.
Yes, they had rescued me from the table, but just what did that mean? Nothing, if I was just going to be dropped off somewhere else and have the same thing happen to me again.
I didn't know what my creator had planned for me, and my curiosity about what the future may hold was laced with fear… the fear of the unknown.