DOVE
I couldn’t remember exactly how I made it inside , but when I came to, I was huddled up next to Delilah on Levi’s bed in his room, with him curled up around his favorite toy. A stuffed black wolf I got him for his 7th birthday. A wolf that was eerily becoming more familiar the longer I looked at it.
And I began to wonder, all those years ago when I stood before the toy section in that little human town looking for a present for him, was my unconscious already aware of things I did not, for why had I upon the hundreds of wolves there did I chose that particular one which sat in a inconspicuous corner and was far from the prettiest one there. Why was it the only one I had deemed perfect. Did I already know? That I’d be mated to someone with the same midnight shade fur which shone a na
