Paradise

She dreamt of her days lived, they were that sweet. In the morning there were omelets stuffed with goat cheese, and in the afternoon, espresso in the park, the one with the pond and long-necked swans that coasted along the water’s glass skin; there were movie theaters and bars and just when Eve thought there was enough, there were buses and trains to remind her there was more. Each night, a different man. She called one of them Nectarine and the other Passion Fruit—they all tasted delicious. When they took of her mouth, they bowed before drinking, and she grew more joyous with each slurp. And at night, after they were gone, she dreamt of tomorrow: a croissant for breakfast, a concert and french fries at lunchtime, and at night her favorite man would visit. Though she resisted the idea, she couldn’t help it—she called this one Apple. With him she didn’t think about god. Not once.

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