The wind blew through the blinds and sucked back in gusts, and the rain danced amongst the leaves as they tapped little routines inconsistently along the branches. The thunder quaked and shook the skies and was followed by a bright flash that was the earth's only source of light. The little infra-red numbers on the alarm clock buzzed out as the power went down through-out the entire neighbourhood. There was nothing in the air but slight snorts, and restful sighs as she lay next to her love. She couldn't see anything except when the lightening lit up the room for a split second. With every flash, she visioned images that seemed to just spin together. They wound together so perfectly, it was like seeing their lives right before her eyes; a video of their lives before it even started. With every inhale and exhale she imagined a new picture, a new part of their life.
The wheel continues to roll, ticking, clicking, and showing snippets of what could be. The lightening strikes and another picture is shown: She's sitting on the sand with her love in her arms, on a night just like tonight. There's fireworks in the sky, and people all around, but the picture is only focused on the two cuddled together on the wet blanket. Ticking and clicking, the wheel moves on.
Again, the light flashes, and a new picture is seen. The power is out again, and all is shown is a candle lit room with a crib in one corner, and one sleeping body on the floor, and one cradling a baby in a chair right beside the crib. The essence of the room is maternally soothing, and nothing short of happiness at its best.The thunder crashes and its followed by another light streak. A tent made of sheets and cushions is shown. The tent is illuminated with a dim light and two large shadows are seen with a little one in between. One of the bigger shadows has their arms up as if they're doing shadow puppets against the sheet wall while the little one has their arms up trying to copy. Tick, tick, tick, tick, another crash is heard.
One more picture is shown, a family sitting in their living room. The power is out again, and there are two elderly people sitting side by side on a love seat, and a young adult holding a flashlight on what is assumed to be their family; their spouse and young baby. The elderly two are smiling, and look highly content. The living room is the same as the room the tent was in in the previous picture. Clicking, and one last clap of thunder and the reel stops.
