There was water everywhere.
They were gasping in it. Writhing in it. White clothing wrapping around their long torsos. Pale and dark. Plump and lean. Long hair plastered to their faces.
The people were in ecstasy.
One pale woman was in the center of it all, practically fainting, as a man’s strong, dark arms reached out, then pulled her down.
Down, down, down, under the water, bubbles rising as she submitted to its damp embrace.
It was a shallow pool in a large white room, limned with golden light, but to the woman and the people gathered there? It may as well have been the ocean off the shore of my own home, without the smell of brine.
They didn’t tell me I would miss the scent of home when they put me in the small capsule and pulsed me back in time. I entered the capsule in 2018 – the year in which I spent most of my time – and here I was, not even sure what year it was.
The tubes were supposed to have set me safely down in 1925, walking down a corridor of light, back into matter. But that was not this time. So clearly.
These people looked much closer to the late twentieth century.
Ecstatic hippies, high on some strange spiritual drug. The naked, transported joy on their faces knocked me, reeling, like a punch in the gut.
I don’t believe in God. Never have. Never will.
Except for one brief moment when I was five, and saw a flower opening its petals for the first time, I never even wanted to believe.
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