Yawning slightly in boredom, Galatea stretched out on her bed and thought hard. It was difficult to ignore the slightly echo-y quality of her apartment. The vague sense of loneliness. Oh, of course her darling pets helped keep some of that at bay, but they couldn’t talk back to her. All conversations with them were strictly one-sided. And she was so tired of only having her manager and agent to spend time with when she wasn’t working.Oh, of course the hybrid singer realized that she worked a lot. She was selfish and those who knew her well had all declared that she’d be a terrible mother. Now that rankled, she thought. How could they know when the only time they spent with her was when she was working or so exhausted on a day off that she didn’t want to be the marvelous Galatea for a little? Well, she’d show them. She was a good pet parent, after all. She would be an amazing mother.
Sitting up now, she slid from the bed and headed for her closet. She’d go down to the bank and find a nice nightmare or daydream and ask their help in imbuing some stones. Then, she’d have someone she could love without reserve and who would love her for her. Maybe it was a silly thing to consider as far as creating children went, but Galatea just wanted a little more sincere love in her life.
Once dressed, she fluffed up her hair a bit and slid on a pair of dark sunglasses. Time to go make a private dream come true.
