Warm

I got eaten by the frog. Its long tongue shot out and I was swallowed. Once inside I was comforted by the frog’s wet and warm stomach. I fell asleep.

I dreamt of sitting on Abraham Lincoln’s lap. He patted my head and told me things were going to be okay. I saw a tear coming from his right eye. Inside the tear I saw the glow of cities on fires.

I was woken from the dream by another person being deposited into the frog’s stomach. He was panicked and said, “Oh my God, what’s going to become of us.” I said, “Just wait.” He fell asleep.