I had a strange dream last night and I only remembered a bit. Parts were as if I was reading it as a story and part of it was like I was in it. This part below was something I had read. I have no idea where it was going...
Something about this man touched Brian. "What will you do when you've reached the twilight of your life? Surely you'll rest after such a long and successful life."
"When I have become an empty shell and my manhood has shriveled, I will no doubt spend the last two years of my life at a foggy window with only the distant fond memories of a bridge in a park; memories of young children running over the bridge passed an older man who smiles, full of hope for the younger generation; memories of a young hands, shy hands, and brown eyes." At this, the man's eyes drifted away, following his thoughts where ever they were flowing. "Oh, those hands were soft. Her voice was so sweet. Heh, she couldn't carry a tune though, try as she might."
