The next morning, I woke to the sun pouring in through the windows. I looked out to see a brilliant sky. I said "Good morning" to my kind host when I realized I didn't even know his name. "What is your name?" I asked. "Last night I was too busy thinking about myself to bother asking, I'm sorry." He didn't answer, or acknowledge my apology. That was all right though; men like him don't usually answer. I liked that about him, he was mysterious. That seemed to add an attractiveness beyond physical. (He sort of lacked in that area.) I don't think that he would find me very attractive either. That is okay because I don't like men very much, even though I am a girl. I just don't care for men very much, and they don't care for me. In fact, until now I've been afraid to get this close to a man. They just seem so prone to walking over me. But this one, this one was harmless enough.
While I nibbled at the food that was left over from the night before, I thought of who he might be. I wondered what had happened that made him the way he was. There was no real way of knowing. I ate until I was full, and decided that this place could use a woman's touch.
Slowly I started to work, trying to make it all look so appealing. I think I did a fine job. Everywhere I was I left a trace of me behind. I covered the windows with the most delicate of fabrics. And I cleaned my room, top to bottom. I loved it, and I think, I loved him. He gave me this place to stay and allowed me to do as I wish. All this without him complaining, without a word. In fact, he never spoke, which continued to ad to his aura. He mystified me. I think mystery is a wonderful thing. It made him so attractive in such a serious way. He still refused to tell me anything about himself. I couldn't even get his name out of him. He didn't even know mine, but I think I understand. My name was unimportant to him. All that mattered is that I was there, with him. This might seem pretentious but I am pretty sure that I was the most significant thing to happen to him in a very long time. I knew he was someone to love, and protect. For he gave me a new meaning to life, even after a person dies they might still be loved. I think I may already be in love with him. I walked down to the lower chambers which were beautifully sculpted, magnificent white hallways that lead to larger rooms. An atrium with passages down the back to go to the front hall so that I could absorb the splendor of this home.
The front hall was large with a soft floor. The walls were white with a sort of yellow, beige tint. Two rows of huge stone that were the same color as the walls. They line the room in pairs on three sides. Some even had gold poured into them. There were to narrow doors on either side. Over all the lighting would have been poor except for the openings above let the sun come in like ephemeral columns that were built on a brilliant foundation on the soft floor. The ceiling was covered with intricate designs along with the gossamer trim that I decorated with. He cannot see what wonderful things I have done here, but I know he would appreciate it.
I went out the door on the right, looked around and saw bones scattered about. Eeriness thickened the air as I realized these bones must belong to him. Such a Mystery...Why him?
Just then I felt something move. Quickly, I looked up through the trees, and the horror of what I saw gripped the muscles inside my bones. Huge sad eyes descended on my newfound home as a long sniffling nose approached. I tried to scare the monster away when it began barking loudly. Men rushed over as they shouted into boxes. The boxes responded spewing garbled sounds and static.
"No, no," I shouted hopelessly "You can't take him from me. I love him. No, no, please don't!"
A man reached down and lifted my home that I clung to with abandon. He struck the side of the house once, twice, then brushed it off. I feared for my life. But I love him, I will die for him. The man looked at my home with curiosity. Then he peered right at me. With a flick of his finger I hurled through the air then careening off a tree trunk I could hear my bones crack. When I landed more bones cracked. I think most of my legs broke if they were not completely gone.
"Dumb spider," the man said.
"I hate you. You can't take him! I love him, don't take my love away from me!" I saw them lower him, my home, into a thick plastic bag. My love is gone. They took my love, my home, oh the pain."