Chapter 11

It was an early Sunday morning and Winnie was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the one she loved most, Jesse. In her dream Winnie's love for Jesse had broken the spell that the spring had cast over all of them. She saw them all living good mortal lives. She saw her and Jesse, completing high school, completing college, getting married and having children, then grandchildren and then dying one summer evening when the were both old and gray, in each other's arms.

Just then she was woken up by Jesse, plopping himself down on her bed, and giving her a tight big hug. He dropped some pamphlets on her bed in front of her face, of Paris and various states throughout the country.

"Choose," he said with a smile.

Winnie stretched groggily looking up in her love's face, then registering the matter at hand: pamphlets. She turned over, and propped herself up on her elbow and started skimming the pamphlets.

"What are all theses for?" she asked yawning.

"Well I got you one on Paris, our next stop, then the rest are all ones with potent ional high schools." he answered.

"Really?" said Winnie excitedly.

"Yup", said the grinning Jesse.

"Oh Jesse," said Winnie delightedly as she sprang up on both knees and through her arms around Jesse.

"Hmmm, are those flap jacks I smell?" asked Winnie hungrily.

"Yes they are."

"Yum."

"Well… what state shall it be for high school?"

"New Jersey seems nice."

"Then New Jersey it is Winnie my dear."

Winnie smiled.

"Now Winnie Foster, hurry up and get dressed, and come down stairs for breakfast. I'm gunna go tell everyone downstairs about our plans!"

"Okay," smiled Winnie.

 "Okay," replied Jesse.

Winnie fell back on her bed thinking about all that had just happened, and how sweet her Jesse was. Suddenly she remembered about her dream. Had she really dreamt that? Winnie had always been one to analyze her dreams. She always thought they held some unseen truth. Now she pondered, what was this dream really telling her? Winnie had never wanted to think about it. She had never allowed herself to think what ifs because she knew they'd just drive her mad. She and Jesse, and the rest of the Tucks could never again become mortal. Now she was forced to realize that deep down this is what she wished for all of them. Her dream, what she had thought so wonderful was turning into a nightmare.

Winnie quickly pushed these depressing thoughts far form her mind, and thought of all the good things that had already happened to her this morning. She got dressed, and went downstairs to join her Tucks for breakfast.