[Crowbob]

Lying awake one winter night in that previous life, I found myself visualizing my essence and gave it a purpose. That visualization resembled the living substance of that blob in the iconic sci-if horror movie of the same name.

I forced that amorphous and omeaboid substance to traverse the hundred or so miles of void separating my son and me. Eventually, with effort, patience and determination, the blob enveloped my son, encasing him in an ephemeral gel of love.

A little time had passed when my son tried to describe to me a dream he had recently had. He said it felt like he was floating, submerged and in over his head, in strawberry Jell-O with me, and laughing...