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

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

Below the sofa is a low, round coffee table.

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