Cows were always scuttering: they left mounds and trails of scutter all over the place.

Below the sofa is a low, round coffee table.

The machinery, when activated, would create atemporal bubbles wherein nothing was affected by the flow of time.

Amador rocked me slowly in that amniotic tranquility and I started to get sleepy. I could hear the unsettling rubatosis of my beating heart.