I swiftly elevated from the foundation of tangled branches and earth to the very tip top cleavage of the tree. My tresses, tangled and delirious, wrapped around my body in a fastidious and perplexing concept, creating a luxurious dress of too-dark auburn drapery.  From here, I could see that the answer was nothing; absent, nonexistent, like before time, like before light or dark. My chest shivered and quivered with anticipation to stay just this way. Content and full. Each breathe became solid as she inhaled, filling me up with contentment and beauty.