He pressed his thumb into the hollow of her cheek, then bent low to kiss her, exhaling life-breath into her lungs. As she stirred and reached a baby soft hand toward His face, He stood back to gauge His work.
“So good,” He murmured. “She’s exquisite.”
He smiled, proud of His own masterpiece. I’ve been doing this for generations, He thought. In fact, thousands and thousands of years and yet, I’ve never made one like her before.
