Reflection

She is perfect. She is flawless. She is as intelligent as I am. In fact, her every ability reflects mine perfectly, for I taught her to be that way. She is the only one worthy of my love.

What’s more, she has an inescapable adoration for me – I found her in pieces and gave her a new life.

Adoration is close enough to love for me.

I run my finger down her cold, smooth arm. She doesn’t feel it – she sleeps deeply. As I look upon her inert body, I admire my reflection in the shining silver of her skin.