Variant: The Inception

trauma...

It was the beginning of the end of winter, as the snow was still present in some parts of the ground and on some leaves. Two boys are playing outside. A woman watches from the porch, her computer is turned on on the table beside her. Her name is Anna and she's their mom. She's married to Graham, the father of the boys. She is a brunette in her early forties. Not so tall albeit not short either. She has thick eyebrows and thin limbs. Her long thick black sparkling hair reaching beyond her shoulder blades. She had blue piercing eyes, rounded thin lips, and long pointy nose. She was an exceptional beauty.

The older sibling with brown hair, John, was seventeen. He was skinny and tall with sharp-looking eyes. Mark was younger than John with three years. He had the body of a fifteen-year-old. Although not as tall as his older brother he was quite athletic and excelled in karate. He had black thick hair with thick furrowed brows. He looked a lot like his mother. The house is a modest-looking one, in a neighbourhood of middle-class citizens. The sun wasn't visible in the sky, but the orange afterglow was still present in the clouds.

A car approaches the driveway, the children rush to meet it. It was their father's. "Dad, dad" they yell as they close the distance between them and the car.

Graham hugs them. He was tall and had an athletic body with brown hair and a few speckles under his eyes. He holds their hand as they walk towards the porch where his wife is waiting with a broad welcoming smile on her face. They hug and kiss as the kids rush inside ahead of them. "How was your trip my love?" she asks.

"Splendid, honey, I got home a day earlier than I had originally planned. Business went well. They finally accepted my proposal for the plan" he responds. She gives him the ' I'm so proud of you ' look. He smiles and takes her hand, leading her inside.

The inside of the house looks more modern than the exterior. There were a few paintings on the walls, some family portraits, and a wedding picture. The sitting room is well furnished to attest to the fact that the family is affluent enough to be a tad above the average earning citizen. The dining is separated from the kitchen by a wall halfway from the ground, making the kitchen visible from the dining and also the sitting-room. Graham hugs his wife from behind. He had thick hairy arms. She grabs them and rests her face on his left arm. They remain like that for a few minutes before which she turns around, wraps his arms around her waist, and puts hers around his neck. She kisses him and says "why don't you finish up here while I head upstairs and freshen up."

He hurriedly finishes up and heads up after her. He takes a peek into the boys' room; John is on his computer and Mark is watching TV. As he walks into his bedroom, he turns off the lights, gets in bed and turns on the bedside lamp. He turns on the stereo, It plays a piece of soft, slow music, befitting the mood. The bathroom door opens, and Anna walks out. He stares at her in amazement, like it was his first time seeing her. She was stunning. She wore a black shiny see-through silky nightgown and a black lipstick to match. She wore nothing under. She moved her hair to the front of her left chest, over her left shoulder. She strikes a pose, putting her left hand on her waist, turning her eyes to her right and staring into the distance.

After a few seconds of silence, Graham exclaims "wow! I didn't know I married a beautiful mannequin."

She tries to stifle in the chuckle, but she loses concentration and breaks into a glamorous laugh. She walks towards the bed saying "I missed you, honey."