Smiling, Miranda gradually eased herself up to a sitting position, then squinted, the early morning sun hurting her newly opened eyes. Looking around, the carpet of red pleased her. I'm glad the poppies are here, she thought. Some of the blooms had broken away from their stems and weaved through the strands of her brown hair, clinging on to a string of beads. The locks tumbled down her back in a tangled mass.
The early morning breeze rippled against Miranda's body. She stood and danced naked through the flowers. Miranda smelled the fresh scent of freedom. She threw her arms up to the sky and paid homage to a bright new sun. Happy with this new life and form she felt gratitude toward the gods and goddesses. They had been kind this time. Not like the last. This was her fourth regeneration, and she must have been pleased them.