I was asked not to come to religion, come … um, come to rehearsal today.
But that isn’t how the day began. My front garden … (sorry, American English) … yard was full of journalists, TV crews, photographers, and the day started with a ring on the doopsnik … err, doorbell at a preciously … precisely 8 am.
Being a fraud, frog, … erg, night-owl, you know I didn’t appreciate that. (Not that I had slept anyway.)
“Fo Guck yourself,” I shouted through the door. That wasn’t what I meant to say, but you get the idea.
The personnel manager from the orchestra phoned at nine. There were already press outside the hall awaiting my trivial, travel … arrival. Stay away until further notice.
Have I lost my job?
In case you haven’t noticed, I sent Laura and Leane home. I don’t want them exposed … err, exposed to the press, who are still outside. I know that only their spirits are here, but it is the principle of it. I also have to remember to be dressed at all times. I think they caught me early this morning. I can’t even bare … (well, yes I did) … bear to look at the Internet.
I was shut in all day (physically, at least), but one good thing did happen. Deep in my avalanche of email today, I found a massage … message from the German composer, conductor that I mentioned a few days ago, bassist … basically begging to write me a concerto. The news about me yesterday fired his investment portfolio … err, inspiration, and he was up all night sketching me … a piece. Apparently, it is more than half baked … finished. Hell … he’s going to email it to me tomorrow for my approval.
After lunch, I’d had enough of it. The doorbell ringing instantly … incessantly, so I blinked out. I spent the afternoon with Laura II and Tom II in Tess d’Urberville … erg, in Orbville. I’ve been negligee … neglecting them. They are up to 6 children, and the older ones are sleeping on the patio. I think I (at that time) decided on four different genders, as well as 3 different skin colors. I hadn’t noticed the subtle differences before. It wasn’t until the youngest were born, identical twins, with identical skin colors that I noticed the differences between the others. OK, I’ll divulge, the twins are azure blue, indoors, and more greenish in the sunshine. I won’t go into the others.
In that world, I am tetrachromate, and my own skin color changes a subtly with my surroundings. Now that the eldest are more verbal, drink … think young teens, I notice how different I am from them. I think they might be quintachromate, as they have repainted my house a pale olive that I find slightly degenerate … disgusting. Laura and Tom’s room is a sort of crimson brick red with a yellow ghost – that’s the only way I can describe it. In private Laura calls it “cumguzzler,” meaning that it is a sensual color that elicits an almost hypnotic coital desire in them. That might give a clue to how they copulate there, although I haven’t witnessed it. She added that most colors there are packed with extra-sensory emotional content.
The color of my hair reflected in my skin tone inspires worship. She said that it is difficult for her to resist kneeling before me in certain light. That would explain why the eldest keeps bowing before me in the dining room. Indoors, my hair is more burgundy, but in the sun it is a vibrant crimson. Laura admitted that it is actually very close to cumguzzler on a sunny day. That might explain why I didn’t see much of them after I went outside. The eldest hasn’t quite reached puberty yet, or I don’t know what he would do.
I probably shouldn’t have ventured out of Oz … Eden today. I suspect there will be a population spike soon. The nearest city was quite close. I could easily walk there. I forgot about clothing, so it’s a good thing that it is clearly optional there in the summer. Nevertheless, I couldn’t escape the stares, and the occasional procreation … err, prostration. Five genders, maybe, and a rainbow of skin tones. Lot’s of French kissing, or well maybe that is … you know, sex. I couldn’t be totally sure, at least not until I asked for directions to the city center. He (I say he, but I don’t honestly know. He is the same gender as Tom.) embraced and kissed, and I had a great white whale of an orgasm – a big sloppy spurt down my legs – yes, I didn’t know I could. I think it might have surprised him, too, but only a little. He smiled and pointed directly ahead of me.
The city was much more than I imagined. They were technologically advanced, perhaps beyond Earth, but different. No obvious devices were carried, but there seemed to be some extra layer of communication. Some appeared to know I was coming before I arrived. Strangely, there were no vehicles. Everyone was stunningly beautiful, at least to me. The buildings were subtly colored, a pale cream with lots of secondary blues and pinks in it.
As I strolled towards the city center, I felt different, heavy, but almost as if I was floating. Those who I passed fell in step behind me. It seemed I was in for a greeting, but what I received … or what took place, was totally unexpected. Arriving at the Octagon (that was its shape, of course), everyone prostrated themselves. I assumed that it was the light, but looking down at my belly, I found an almost transparent layer of skin containing … a baby. Furthermore, my feet weren’t touching the ground. I really was floating. It wasn’t just a sensation.
The man who had apparently impregnated me, guided me to the center of the Octagon, and then also prostrated himself. I felt sick for a moment as the sac burst releasing the baby delicately into my arms. Aside from lacking a belly button, she looked exactly like me, well, an infant version of me. The crowd applauded loudly for an extended period of time. My guide implored me to name her.
“Kyra” I said. I don’t know why I chose that name, but the man seemed pleased.
“Ah, first born,” he whispered approvingly, taking the child from me and holding her for all the crowd to see. “Come,” he beckoned, leading me all around the Octagon, so that anyone who wished to touch the child, or me, could. Most did. Many kissed my hands, or licked them, depending on gender. It was a gesture both sensual and reverent at the same time.
As we returned to the center of the Octagon, my guide asked, “will you return?”
“Yes, someday,” I replied, but I added, “my time is different than yours, but I will return when I can. In the meantime, I will send my people to live amongst you. Please treat them as equals.”
“We already know your people,” he answered. “They are one with us, and we look forward to their coming.”
“Thank you,” I said and kissed his hand.
He bowed and spirited our child away.
It was time for me both to leave and release Laura and Tom, as well as their family, from my Eden. They would not, could not, go back. That Eden was mine again, and the world was born. Laura and Tom were excited to leave. I was the only one who was sad. They would live in the time of their people, and I might never see them again.
At moon-rise, I left to visit my moon womb to reflect on the day. My body had already returned to normal, but the inhabitants there sensed a difference. One reminded me of Leane, although they looked nothing like each other. She seemed to have a perpetual question on her lips, well, figuratively speaking. (She didn’t have a mouth.) She moved like Leane even in the low gravity environment, and she was a thinker.
Her thought formed in my mind: Mother.
Of all the times I had been there, no one had dared touch me, but this time she brushed my cheek with a wispy frond. It was the gentlest, most loving of touches.
Daughter, I thought. This pleased her.
It was time to go. I held out my palm to her, and she stroked it with what I could only call a branch. It, too, was as soft as baby’s skin.
Now, I’m broke … back. I had a baby. I made contact with both my legacy worlds. They embraced me as one of them, even as I was clearly a dud, … err, different. I need to face the reality of Earth again. The TV vans lit up the street, the journalists surging every time I peeked through the curtains. The Internet buzzed with an illicit nude picture of me taken before I knew they were spying.
What am I to drink … do?