11.6 The Abyss of WonderLand

I suppose that once my eyes were finally freed from the couch’s design and texture, it was only natural that my glance moved from the raised, commanding hand to the man’s face. Exquisite. I can’t thoroughly understand what makes someone’s face look model perfect. Symmetry, I’d once read, but wouldn’t that require some special instrument to measure the exact twinness of each side?

This man’s face carried an aquiline nose, not an overdose of one and definitely not one with a bump on it. His was the purest of all Roman noses, the very image of Michaelangelo’s David.

His cheeks were not as pudgy though. His brow was not as brooding or as dark. He was not a carbon copy of anyone I’d ever seen, only gorgeous to the extreme.

Beyond the clear skin, the lack of an evening shadow, stubble, or shaving tics on his chin and face, the fine ebony hue of his full head of hair, and a perfect mouth that . . . I gulped and moved on with my examination. His eyes seemed brilliantly golden making me think of sunflowers in the sunshine. Yet, as I stared into them, I saw a ring of bronze. I suppose the man’s eyes weren’t truly gold. Such a thing wasn’t even possible. It must have been the lamp’s light which had cast a flash of light. Perhaps, his eyes were hazel with that hue’s ability  to change color as light reflected off them.

“Are you finished absorbing?” the man asked with a voice that sent a second batch of goosebumps up and down my back.

I coughed, wiggled my bottom, trying to find a more comfortable position, but I couldn’t feel my body, not really. I was too busy absorbing as Mr. Caldwell had put it.

“I’m sorry. I was just analyzing how much you looked like the statue of David in Florence, Italy. I’ve never actually been there to see it in person, but my artist friend drew it often, or tried to. You look like you could have modeled for that statue. Perhaps Cara’s sketches would have improved if she’d had your body to draw.”

Why had I said body? Too much verbiage. I felt my face accumulating heat as it did when I became embarrassed and fell into the nervous babble syndrome.

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