When I came to, I was lying on my back on a hard surface with a few reddish rocks at the edge of my field of vision. I thought to myself, and then I heard the whisper again, as if it had been carried by the wind:
“Bae, bae.”
“Yes I want a bath, I said before I realized what I was doing. I took a deep breath, gathered my strength and lifted my head a little. But we didn’t even think too much about it lest the entity that was putting everything at our fingertips might come up with such an idea. I closed my eyes and imagined that just beyond the river of honey flowed a clear, clear, sparkling stream. Apparently her picture of Eden was slightly different from mine because small, almost imperceptible changes began to take place all around us: the number of flowers increased spectacularly, a blue bird of paradise emerged from behind the rocks and perched on the nearest tree near us, clung to a branch and with its head down began to
