At a museum, you observe a marble statue of a beautiful woman.

Being an artist, you sketch her. With flowers and make her look alive. You show it to her, not really meaning anything by it.

She almost looks like a real woman coated in a marble case... as if she had bathed in the rock, solidified, and was paused in time... her beauty never changing.

After, you go home. Later that night you hear a knock on your door. You open it to find... her. The marble woman.

...

"Hello, I hope I'm not a bother..." I smile. I rub my arm, the marble sliding makes a rolling sound.