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    Nanette (Nan)

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    Michael


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    Sylvia (Nan's Mom)

    Me and Michael got married. We had kids of our own. At least that's what happened in my dream. We lived in San Antiono and watched our kids get married and have their own children.
    We both were at the porch swing, aging slowly but quickly, holding each other's hands and promising love forever. I felt a light brush ar my cheek and thought it was the wind blowing my hair in my face.
    It happened again and I gently brushed it back.
    Then it brushed my cheek again.

    My eyes flew open and saw Michael staring at me with his brilliant golden eyes.
    "Hello, sleepyhead," He said warmly. I shot up, but got held back by a gentle hand.
    "Are we here yet?" I yawned. I stretched and gazed at him, my vision a little blurry.
    "Yes, we got off the plane about 2 hours ago. Your in my car, just sleeping and waking up," He replied smiling.
    This time, I shot straight up and managed to get a grip on the door handle. I glared silently at him and forced the door open.
    When I got out, I was getting soaked by the heavy rain poor in Houston, Texas. I stamped my feet and screamed. I made a quick peek and saw him roaring with laughter.
    I could even hear it from outside the car. I managed a giggle, which eventually turned into laughter.
    "Are you going to stand out there in the rain and take a shower, or are you going to come to the dark side where we have cookies?" He asked with sarcasm in his voice.
    "Nah, i'm ok. I'm gonna wait for my prince charming to sweep me off my feet and take me in there," I replied.
    I heard the door click, and he stepped out into the down pour.
    We both laughed and he came rushing towards me. My brown hair was blowing into my face and his golden eyes were amused.
    "Well, I guess he's here," He replied and swept me off my feet and towed me back to the car with his leather jacket over me.
    When we got inside his Corvette, we roaed into laughter. I managed to put my hand on his and curl my fingers over it. He flinched a little and stared at me, his beautiful face expressionless.
    He smiled a crooked smile and took my face in his...

    To Be Countined...