Picasso, like the artist

I was exploring the arts and crafts section of the store, when I saw it. Sitting there, alone among papers and pencils, as if someone was going to take it but traded it out for a 16 pack of crayons. She was plastic, and looked a little worn. It was something that plugged into the wall directly, and attached, was a figure that was made to look like a beautiful angel. She held a torch, and that was where the light came from. There was an outlet near, I tested it out and the glow she emitted was so entrancing I could get lost in the shine for hours. I was taken out of the hypnotic state by my dad, who had been looking for me. He grabbed me roughly by the collar with his nicotine stained fingers and hurried me to the checkout counter, but not before I quickly snatched it from the wall outlet. I knew my dad wouldn’t allow me to take it so I hid her in my jacket pocket. I knew once we got home it wouldn’t be an issue since he hardly comes in my room anyways. We came back to a piercingly sile...