The obsession continues

Waking up and getting up are two entirely different things. Waking up she felt sore. Sarah had spent two weeks in an excavation. And now that she was back at her desk she was all the time her body had time to relax and everything was loosening up from being always active. Her headache had gone from screaming last night to a low hum this morning. She stepped onto the wood floor and she could not help but be reminded of last night. The cold floor felt crisp on her skin. She hadn't been that submissive ever. Period. When she had previously courted men she was always the dominant one. Firmly in the drivers seat. Those feelings were completely foreign to her. She walked over to the coffee maker and got it going while she went to take a shower. It was so good to be refreshed by the feeling of hot water running across her skin. She walked out and was struck by the cold air instantly. Like blast from an air compressor it rolled over her. She threw on a tank top and some workout shorts. Sliding ankle socks on she went in for her coffee and immediately got to work.

After what must have been four more hours of work she was left only with ideas of what this wasn't. But she had so many questions still, She decided she would give the idol the full once over with a series of brushes. Starting with a feather brush akin to a maid's she rand it over the statue and got nothing. Going up to a firmer makeup style brush she goes over the crevices. Applying a slightly stronger hand she finds there are some parts of the idol that have something more pliable in them. she is able to demark where they are and come back. She grabs a scraper and starts lightly digging into the material. After a very delicate and careful process she is able to empty out one of these slots. She realizes that they are almost runic symbols. Going across now she realizes that there are at least a dozen of these runes. So she moves up to empty them all out. Careful both to not harm the idol as well as to gather up as much of this filler material as possible. She could save that and date it to try and get some answers. Cataloging these runes she has an activity to do after lunch.

One bowl of ravioli later she sat back down and started digging into the runes and what the mean. More books. This time going through different cultures that runic symbology to try and describe their gods. It took three hours for her to try and find anything worth a damn. And while a few cultures had some similar symbols. Nothing was truly akin to these runes. In her flurry to flip through the pages of her different notebooks. A paper cut comes through on her finger.

"Mother fucker." She says annoyed with herself. She looks over at the idol and points. "Look what you made me do." sarcastically she gets up, applying pressure and walking over to her bathroom to get a bandage. Taking a moment as well to look over her bruises from her fall.

"Hmm? What's this. How long have I slumbered? What has awoken me? I'm so. Weak. I need..." The voice trails off. And the glow the idol began to have. The glint of life. Fades away.