Not so bad

I had one of those scary nights last night, where you lie in bed and everytime you close your eyes you see your future hovering above you, staring down. In this instance my future was wearing an Alf mask a bit off-kilter so that it had to twist its head to the left to see me and even then, could only do so through one eyehole.

‘Future,’ I asked, ‘oh future, what will become of me? Can I maintain a certain quiet happiness forever? That is all I really want.’

My future tried to answer me. It was a bit scary because I heard the muffled sound, but the mouth on the mask did not move. I asked it to take off the mask and it did so. Beneath the mask was my face but with a wicked future mustache!