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Adam’s sound sleep was composed of a persistent hum like a struck tuning fork lodged in his chest. The vibrant activity there was due to a rumor that one of its constituents would be extracted and fashioned into a being much like their host, yet somehow uniquely different. If Adam were awake, the symphonic sound would likely have lulled him back to sleep, as he had not yet committed the transgression that introduced discord into the created order. The curious excitement among those inside, therefore, manifested in respectful ribbing rather than fretful envy.
The language-laden signals traveled along the ivories, until meeting at the sternum where all their wondrous secrets were revealed. Even in his dream, Adam experienced a certain coagulation of warmth in the center of his person that reaffirmed all was well with the world. Though the sentiments that spread among them amounted to a wish that all could be selected as a harmonious harem for the man, they sensed this was not the Creator’s plan. Indeed, wise was that plan, as it would hardly do, as a result, to have the man constantly collapsing in on himself.
Adam awoke without any sense of subtraction as he gazed upon the being of astounding beauty beside him. As she had yet to be equipped with a name, Adam crowned her Eve, the mother of all living.
But at an unexpected and unspecified hour, the discordant deed did occur. Their relations wavered greatly in its wake. Their physical and emotional exile often reached magnitudes neither imagined possible. On such occasions, Adam would often take hold of his side, longing for something or someone different. The irate rattling of his cage, however, reminded Adam that none of its jealous extensions could really offer any lasting solace.
Despite the intermittent din both within and without, Adam still frequently tasted fruits, as in their former garden estate, that assured him Eve was the best of all possible girls. Even now, as he drifted in and out of consciousness, her words reminded Adam of the constant, comforting hum he had once only dreamed about.
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