Haryry's thought processes began to slow, as he felt more and more comfortable inside of his immovable stone skin while he stood there hour after hour. He lost track of the time in the dark cellar lab over night. While he didnt actually "sleep," his mind was left wander. He was thinking of baseball, his mom's lasagna, ice cream, dogs running after squirrels in the park and all the other experiences of live humans and other animals. All the things he would be missing out on, if he were to remain a statue forever. Just an object, lower even than an insect.
The sky outside the window he could from the position his eyes were forever locked in, finally began to lighten. Morning came. Scott went to school as Harry. His mom went to work. The sky brightened. The sun slowly made its way across the sky as the basement shadows throughout the lab shifted. Scott came home, as did Harry's mom. The sky slowly darkened again, as Harry was left standing there still. Still naked. Still smiling. It became dark again, and the night was interminable.
Sun up. Shadows shift. Dark. Sun up. Shadows shift. Dark. Sun up. Shadows shift. Dark. Harry completely lost all track of time, and began assuming he was always a statue. Nobody bothered to come down and check on him. He even quit trying to move altogether. Even the itches from flies and spiders on his smooth, stone skin didn't seem so bad anymore. He even began to lose his own name. Just thinking of himself as "a statue." That standing complety still for eons was perfectly natural.
Finally, one day, the basement door opened. It was the very first sound Harry heard in he knew not how long. A new crack of light thay was different came down the steps in Harry's periferral vision. He automatically tried shifting his gaze, but of course, his eyes were locked in place.
The lights flipped on! Everything got much brighter than he was used to! Footsteps on the stairs! Harry's mind quickly shifted back to "human" mode as his tomb was disturbed. His heart would be pounding, if it wasnt cold hard stone in his stone chest. Suddenly, he realized he wasn't meant to be a statue!
He felt his nakedness. His penis standing at attention for anyone to see. He felt the need to run and hide and to call out all at the same time. He felt so incredibly cramped, as he realized all of his body parts hadn't budged even a single millimeter, ever. And that he had a stupid smile stuck on his face as if he enjoyed it! He also wondered how long it had been? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? .....YEARS!?
He didnt care at this point. He just wanted to be free. That he belonged with his family. But something in his mind was speaking up:
"You aren't human anymore. You are a statue, and statues don't move. Ever. They are only ever meant to be looked at as a work of art for a few moments before humans go about their lives to forget about you. This is your " life" now. To stsnd there, looking cute."
Harry wanted to protest, but it was not possible. The voice was right. He was just a statue. No longer part of the human world. Or even the animal kingdom.
"But I'm not a statue!" He wanted to cry. To lash out. But he couldnt. He just stood there calmly, silently, as whoever was on the stairs continued coming down. Whoever it was had light footsteps.
The mysterious person finally came to the bottom. Harry could see a figure in his periferral vision, but he couldn't shift his gaze to make them out clearly. The person seemed short. Were they short? Harry couldnt even tell that any longer, for his idea of human proportions was off.
The person moves. Comes walking over. "Man, to be able to move again..." Harry thought with jealousy.
The younger version of Harry came into view. "He's back!" the statue of Harry thought. "Maybe he will fix me...."
"Finally! Back in my lab!" Scott said with his old habit of talking to himself intact.