When I opened my eyes, I had turned into a mannequin. The museum I was put was shiny with gold. I was the only one in the room at that time and I felt cold sensation. I didn’t know if it were the atmosphere because it seemed as if the room had no windows and only a narrow door.
Before I could even rethink about my current situation and be confused about it, I had visitors. I was still and I was rare. A piece of art, they must have thought. Such details that you couldn’t find even in Socrates painting. Only because I was real.
The first visitor came and touched me. For some reason, I could be touched. I thought museums didn’t allow such things; I found it absurd.
Upon being touched, I twitched and smiled. It must have been natural for whatever I was. The person thought this was very normal, for a statue to change. It was only today I was a statue and already I was feeling cold and warmth-less, the touch made my heart greener. I thought I could be there forever, being touched but the person was gone.
Another person came in. She was a small kid of maybe 8. She came along with her mother. They started to see details of me and I was perfectly fine because I was a statue and nothing could be done. Moreover I liked being looked at my disgusting places and them being disgusted. I thought it brought us closer, the visitor and me. They started to touch me to see me throb and twitch and again I was happy. For some reason, the heat from the person before was set and I was cold again. This new heat, or maybe same, again was unbearable for me. I couldn’t say thanks to them obviously when they were gone but their memories were in my head.
The thing continued. I saw bad-ass 23 drunkard next. He did the same things only aggressively but why did I have to care. I was a statue and I gained. I saw everything and everybody. Their memories were painted never to go and I was happy, happier than I ever could. There was a problem though, the gap between each visitor made me colder, confused and I hated it. I hate it …….
It’s three years now I am like this. The museum is the same. The people are different and warmth too. But it seems that all these new people will not suffice it. I needed more and I needed the same people. I needed same person, the same kid, the same drunkard and the same mom. I now really and truly am a statue forever, cold and far more, rotten.