"I had that dream again." Breakfast time is a special time for the both of us. I'm not much of a morning person, so I'm not quite myself. I'm nicer than I am any other time of day.
"That one where you die then I kill myself?" I nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Cause after I had that dream, I had another one. One that I have never had before."
"What was it?" He said with big, dreamy eyes.
"It was about you, you were about my age, a little older."
"Yea?"
"Yea. All I remember seeing was you driving in this convertible along a high way by a beach." He smiled. "I thought it was so cool, your hair was just whipping around in the wind like mad. You looked so cool and dramatic."
"So I was hot?"
"I... guess." I really wasn't paying that much attention, well, not to that anyways. "But my favorite thing, was that I was shot-gun. I was just watching you, not believing what I was seeing." He laughed. "That look on my face, seeing who you would become, was worth a thousand of those nightmares." He has the nicest laugh, its like music to me, the most wonderful sound. It makes my ears happy.
"So do I grow up to be as cool as you?"
"Grow up? You don't need to grow up to be cooler than me, you've been that all along." I've noticed something about my brother. When he laughs her takes his index finger and rubs the bottom of his nose. He probably doesn't even realize that he dose it, but I do.