Life one day spontaneously retracted from Sarah Sophia Princeton. In the span of thirty seconds, twenty nine and a half years of feminine sexual energy compressed progressively downward into first the body of a sullen teenager with ripening breasts and hips that were waiting to catch up, a precocious young girl, toddler, baby sliding back up into her mother’s birth canal, fetus lodged snugly in the womb, and finally the egg and sperm of her biological parents uniting in one moment of cosmic bliss which neither partner ever actually felt for they were both long since dead at the moment of conception.

Sarah’s consciousness spit itself across the universe, coming to rest upon the sleeping figure of a man lying unconscious in a circular field of tall grass, his arms outstretched underneath a perfect dome of blue sky with its zenith directly above the soft rising and falling of his chest.