Future

Alexander and I were lying in the grass on the hilltop that overlooked all of Dullsville. I had my head on his chest and we were looking at the stars. "Alexander? When you look into the future, what do you see?" I asked

"You. What do you see?"

"I see me as a vampire of course. I see 2 little girls following Stormy around yelling Aunt Stomy, because they don't know how to say Stormy yet. One of the little girls has long black hair, my eyes, and is very wild like me. The other has kind of reddish hair, like my mom. She has big brown eyes like you and is a little more serious and quiet like you, but is still very silly like me.

I see a few years later the girls are a little older. The black hair girl and I are rolling on the floor having a tickle fight. There is a little black haired boy who is probably 3 or 4 years old. He is holding a book, trying to read it even though he isn't old enough yet. He is holding the book upside down, but doesn't know it. He glares at me and his older sister rolling on the floor making noise. Finally he gets up and walks out of the room, because we are too noisy.

I see the reddish haired girl lying on a bed behind you watching you paint. She is being very quiet, because she knows that is what to do when you are painting. Her hand unconsciously follows the same path as yours in the air, copying paint strokes. She is a future artist in the making.

I see years later, the girls are probably about 14 now. The reddish haired one's hair has turned more dark brown, but when the candle light catches it right you can see the red highlights in it. She is painting, she has paints of all colors on her face, her hands, in her hair, everywhere and she looks so proud of herself. She is looking at the picture she just painted; it is a picture of us together. She is planning to give it to us as a joint birthday present.

I see the black hair girl, she has grown up to be a beauty, and she is busy writing. She looks so absorbed and has the biggest smile. She is in her own little world, where the characters in her brain come to life. There are bookshelves surrounding her, each one a treasured friend and where she gets her inspiration from. She writes based on stories we have told her over the years about growing up and books she has read. She loves reinventing them and mixing/mashing characters and plots.

I see the boy he has grown up a lot and still thinks his sisters and I make too much noise. He is busy studying, learning as much as he can. He will someday make us all very proud. " I said daydreaming

"Wow. You have really thought about this. Someday we will have that and I can't wait." He said. He was smiling