Jack was sitting in the window, working on his second cup of coffee while he watched the world wake up. So far it wasn't raining foodstuffs, which was kind of disappointing ( Read more... )

Isabel woke sometime in the wee hours of the morning, blinking in confusion that turned into a smile when she realised where she was ( Read more... )

Jack lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The window was open, and an errant breeze was fluttering the curtains, which in turn were casting shadows across the room.

If he squinted just right, the ones above him looked a bit like rabbits in compromising positions. If you used your imagination.

( We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams... )