I didn’t see Kim’s face in the bowl, but I did see someone’s. It was my own and I was standing in a crowd of people shifting from foot to foot. Everywhere around me were women. I couldn’t name any of them though. I used a nearby empty platter as a mirror and took in the features of my face. I was old like mid-twenties or something. So I gathered I was seeing the future, or I was under the influence of some drug that Kim’s aunt had dosed me up with. Either way I could say that the women around me were hot.

I seemed to be in some sort of well lighted room with a lot of elegantly adorned tables. I could feel that I was standing by one of the tables with a few other people. I could hear conversation all around me, but I wasn’t focusing on what was being said. I felt a bit sad, and I couldn’t explain why. The scene shifted a bit to the left and I could see a woman. She was dark haired and slender. I could feel my face and feelings change instantly. I felt no more sadness. I still was a bit disoriented with the whole seeing my future thing, but if that woman was my future then I guessed I could handle it.

When she turned to face me, future me, I saw my eyes light up and felt my own heart pound. I wasn’t there but I was feeling what the future me was. Yes, this was the woman. She had on a very elegant dress that really set off her eyes. It was a blue dress with a bit of white lace at the bottom and spaghetti straps. It seemed I was at some sort of formal function. I looked down at what I was wearing. Wow, who knew that I could pull off that red dress. I felt my hair fall around my face and reached up to tug on a strand. It was short. I never imagined that I would ever get my hair cut. I guess future me changed her mind. I also had a glass of wine in my hand. I also never imagined I would be a wine drinker, yuck. I looked back up at the woman to find that she was walking toward me. I looked around and panicked. What was I going to say to her. What would she say to me.