“She said the sun will rise tomorrow.”

I would have told her that she was wrong, but I had no idea at that time. 

I rolled over in bed and there she was staring at me. I never was good in these situations. We have been together for a year now but I still feel nervous around me. She always tells me that is why she loves me. I never know how to feel. 

“What do you want to do?” 

I shrug. If I told her what I want to do she would say that I am boring or just no fun. So I tell her I want to go to a museum. 

“We always go to museums.” 

She gives me a few ideas and I agree to all of them. 

I get out of bed, get dressed, and we walk out of the poorly painted door that she calls the front door. 

The park is cold today. She is wearing a sweatshirt. It’s blue. It looks like it keeps her warm. But she always wants me close to make sure she is safe. 

“Do you want to sit down?” she asks me. 

I want to say no. I want to keep walking but I nod yes and we sit down. 

“Remind me to call my mother when I get back. Okay?” 

“Sure,” I respond. I would tell her to never call her mother again. But if I could see into the future I would tell her not do what she is going to do. I have prayed some times to be able to see the future. Just for an instant to know something. Instead I am shrouded in mystery until the day it all comes crashing down. 

“Take my hand. I want to walk some more,” she says with a brilliant smile. 

We get up and walk home.