A Spark of Life

          A woman stirred, rousing from slumber. She reached over, caressing her companion. Gradually, they came alive. Sparked. Danced. Climaxed.

          Despite having watched thousands of times, I remained smitten by these powerful acts.

          That was 7 days ago.

          The woman prepares in her kitchen, unaware as I observe.

          I descend from up high, through the roof, ceiling, floor. There she stands. Care-free, oblivious, beautiful. There within was the potential for pain, pleasure, challenges, adventures, love.

          It is time.

          I look at her once more.

          Just as the soul departs after death, so it must join at conception.

          See you soon, mother.