Disclaimer: I do not own Adam and Eve, the garden of Eden, or God.
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All was going as planned.
Day would find Adam reposing in his shaded bower. He would wake to see rosy-fingered Dawn's caressing hand smoothing the creased brow of Night; to hear the multivarious sounds of domestic animals stirring from humble rest. But chiefly, to the exclusion of all vernal pleasures that Eden could afford, he would see the graceful Eve, with attendant love enhancing her feminine charms and natural beauty, bending over his breast with conjugal care. Then, Adam, Lord of Eden, would spring from his bed of roses, refreshed to meet the day's work by a rightly deserved night's rest.
After observing God's glory through beseemly prayers, forth Adam and Eve would go, to tend to their chores in the garden, for yet while they had been sleeping peacefully, the garden had continued to flourish, and now needed to be curbed in its unwieldiness, lest it do itself harm, like a (fill epic metaphor). Forth, Adam, to trim unseemly bush edges, to disbar the militant creeper from invading the supposedly nuclearly-armed tree. Eve like a gardener-nurse would provide abortions to the fruittrees, to prevent their children fruit from overwhelming them, and dragging them to the ground, to the scorn of the Earth which produced them.
A righteous day's labour put to rest, Adam and Eve would meet at waning light, and then go into scented bowers to partake themselves of all the fruit that conjugal bliss can give, and the human nature can receive. After this sacred copulation, they would lay themselves down to balmy sleep, hand in hand, their minds entwined in wedded harmony. So Night passed.
Day would find Adam reposing in his shaded bower. He would wake to see rosy-fingered Dawn's...