That Life


I'm standing in a doorway.

I step forward onto the porch and see a white wooden swing swaying back and forth in the soft breeze.

I go over and sit down on it, looking out over the flowered meadow before me.

Suddenly three people are running towards me; children.

A little boy, with light brown hair and dark green eyes, and two little girls, one with copper hair and green eyes and the other with brown hair and brown eyes.

They're my children, I realize. Seth, Leah and Emily.

"They're beautiful," I murmur to myself, watching as they all run towards me on wobbly legs.

Suddenly a hand comes down on my shoulder, "Well of course they are," I'd recognize that voice anywhere, "Look at their mother."

It's Edward.

"Bella," he says, stroking my cheek. "Bella," he repeats again. "Bella!" he yells.

I wake with a jump.

What the hell was that?

"Bella!" my mother yells from down the hallway. "You were supposed to be getting ready! It's time to leave!"

Fuck; I must have dozed off.

"Sorry, Mom! I'll be ready in five!"

That dream . . .

That life . . .

That's going to be mine one day.


A/N: What a dream that was . . . Does that mean that she really wants this now?

What do you think?


~ Madison ~