Explore the Marker by herself

She had done without the help of others so far, she would be able to make do on her own going forward. No friends, old lovers or faint acquaintances were needed. It was a marker? How difficult could it be. "Just write something you silly goose." She muttered to herself, tearing the cap of the alluring little object. Unlike its true modern counterparts, this one did not exude a displeasingly chemical scent. It was almost neutral, with a hint of gentle aromas she enjoyed. The more she focused on the sensation, the more it seemed to shift and solidify. The first ice cream she had, the taste of her first kiss, the first lust-fueling perfume she smelled. A promise drawn from her memories, taking on form in the object between her fingertips.

Her idle gaze became a frantic stare as she realised that, without conscious effort, she had moved her hand, dragging the marker toward her skin. It would be so easy to just let impulse take the reins. To let it guide her hand in inconceivable purpose. But was that the scientific way to go about it, the approach she had sworn her life to?