The Frog Chronicles

Premonition

I dreamt you into existence.

I knew the way your hair would curl around your face, and I knew precisely the sound of your voice. I conjured the way you would use your words, and even the way you would hold a book. I knew the music you would love so ferociously, and all of the stories that would sustain you. 

These are all things I created in my restless sleep. I made entire galaxies for the two of us to inhabit. 

Because I knew.

I knew your name, even as a small child. I knew what it would feel like to wrap my arms around your waist and bury my head in the nape of your neck. I knew the heat of your body, and I knew the warm-soft fullness of your lips.

I dreamt the salt in your tears. I created the agony you’d feel when life would beat you down, and I drew the shape of your smile for when we shared our first kiss. I distilled the pure joy you would feel when you held your newborn daughters.

I did these things. I knew. I loved you, even before I met you.