Fresh off the Starship

She awakens the next morning, fully clothed, on top of the covers, laptop still running beside her. As she climbs out of bed, she catches a whiff of herself.

“Oh! That’s not pleasant!”

She pulls off her clothes from the day before and puts them in a basket on the closet floor. She catches a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror and lets out a gasp of surprise. She looks down at her body and then back at her reflection. She turns to the right, then to the left, then even more to the right, and then even more to the left.

She gazes at her long limbs and then at the gentle curves and soft swells with interesting shapes, patterns and varying colors. She’d seen the human form during her training, but it’s quite different seeing it in person, literally, as a person. She’s nowhere near as big as most of the women she saw at the hospital or restaurant—or Linda—but not as thin as some others she’s seen either.

This vehicle is amazingly beautiful!

The morning starlight—by now she knows it’s called the sun here, but she prefers star, since that’s what the sun is—lighting up the bedroom casts her in a golden glow. She turns and looks over her shoulder to see the back of her in the mirror. Her long, light-brown-colored hair—she could match the living-room furniture, too—falls down her back like a veil.

It’s one thing to study human beings. It’s a whole other thing altogether to be encased in this gorgeous piece of Creation.

She pulls on a robe that’s hanging on the closet door—and then becomes lost for several moments in the sensual sensation of the soft, plush pile against her skin. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” She slips into a pair of slippers and giggles as the softness caresses her feet.

She wanders down the hall to the bathroom, which is also very yellow with wallpaper, towels, fuzzy rug, and prints featuring that color. She examines the tub and the faucets, remembering coming across such objects in her Googling and Youtubing. She starts filling the tub, adjusting the temperature to something that feels good, and climbs in.

Holy Heaven!

Not only is the water pressing against her, head to toe, a sensory pleasure in itself, she also runs her hands over this luscious body thing of hers. Nothing in her eternal life had ever felt like this. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

She explores the various parts of her body. Like the flowers by her hospital bed, she also has gentle folds and crevices and interesting hiding places. So soft and delicate, too—just like the flower petals.

A knock on the door breaks her sudden reverence for being a human be-thing. “Missy, you okay in there?” Linda calls.

“Ohhhhhhhh, yes!”

“You going to be out any time soon? You’ve been in there fer more’n an hour!”

“Yes!”

But then she disappears into the euphoria of toweling herself off. She rubs the towel over her eyes and gasps at the multitudes of shapes and colors that appear. Oh my galaxy, it looks like my galaxy. It looks like home. Then one single blue dot appears. Oh, that looks like Earth when I first was coming here.

She finishes toweling herself off, but then starts doing it all over again. Who knew?