Even though she was considering what he was saying, pondering if that were something she could ever tolerate considering her psychic gifts, the moment his lips touched her temple, she was blinded by the vision. It was clearly a neighborhood, but the houses seemed to each be on at least an acre of land, the homes modest and unique, and she saw herself outside one of the houses. It was a lovely turquoise with lots of rounded features.
The vision was so clear and much longer than she was used to, she realized as she watched her vision-self stand up from the garden, her belly rounded with child, as he opened the front door to join her. She gasped as she came out of the vision and back to the present with him, looking at him with wide eyes.
Her visions weren't of the future, or at least they never had been before. They were flashes of the past, focused on whatever or whomever the person had been thinking on. But this had been wildly different. Was it because it was him? Had he been imagining that future with her and transmitted the vision psychically to her? Had he imagined them with a home together, her pregnant with their child? Was he really that serious about her?
"Is turquoise your favorite color?" she asked rather awkwardly, unsure of what else she could say in that moment.