1:23AM Second chances. Second chances in the air that I smell; how about a novel in retrograde? A narration from end to beginning. How would I go about that?

The rabbit sat in place in the mating scene - tis the season to be horny. Over and over, she prepared herself for phantom onslaughts onto her fur, whimpering her replies to her ghost lovers. The moon was calling for her outside her door, blowing hard at her door and she got up to lock it in the middle of the night. She felt the mating scene call her loins for another round of a mind game she played on herself; it was starting to not be as fun.
The rabbit felt the psychic phallus enter her and she involuntarily spread her legs apart, flexing her muscles for preparation of a grand entrance, a needy and starving guest pushing his way through nirvana. Alas, she was empty for she had no lover - just a rustling against soft things and herself, alone with hazardous fantasies. Suddenly a clown swallowed her into a dream, and she rolled into a ball grinning at it all. She saw a movie float by of princesses of hearts of loves of true souls winning at life. Hooray for them.