Slender, delicate figure, yet somehow imposing at the same time; hair that was sort of a light brown with natural dark highlights. Unforgettable eyes. At the time, I had not known who that boy was. But now my mind could trace it. Casimir.

I interpreted this realization the way Casimir perceived seeing me for the first time, a piece of his mother. If I could explain it, I could say that it was like I knew someone before I actually heard of their existence; and before meeting them. ‘Twas as if I had always dreamed of something…something that I could never put my finger on or remember in the morning. Yet a piece of whatever it was clung to me and didn’t let go. I’d call it a residing dream. Could it have been a rainbow glittering in the moonlight, if such a thing was possible? Or the long hallways, a blue striped handkerchief, a letter, a white rabbit, or…a face with eyes that I could dwell forever in…?