The Last Jump

Last year I told him I felt…something. I could feel something terrible was going to happen. He didn’t believe me. But Eva felt it too. She whispered her dream in my ear one night, after I sang lullabies softly and we took our deep breaths, “swallowing bubbles”. Her ocean night light moving blue lights across the ceiling, turning her cozy 5 year old bedroom into an underwater cocoon. Her dream told her it was coming. I believed her. It was my dream too. We were…