Pleasure
She stopped suddenly. She became aware of something massive. Extraordinarily huge.
She didn’t know what she had been doing before she stopped. It didn’t even occur to her to think about that. She knew only that, whatever she had done before, she had only done it to things that were much smaller than this.
“Hello,” she said to the thing. No response.
She perceived a lot of redness, though she didn’t know what redness was, other than it was somehow different than the yellowness she detected, also in large quantities. Both were different than the almost imperceptible traces of blueness.
She studied the smaller details, becoming increasingly excited at the vastness and wild diversity of them. She thrilled at the way that almost all the parts were both red and yellow, but rarely in equal measure. She experienced pleasure in measuring the redness and yellowness of each miniscule portion of the thing. She didn’t remember whether she had ever experienced such pleasure, or any for that matter. But she liked it.