Falling Asleep With DeWitt

I first met him when I was only fifty-eight. I was in the hair salon carrying a diary when he barrelled in. He was wearing a brilliant orange pair of moon boots, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his toupee, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the diary down when he strolled beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the diary right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to fall asleep.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the popcorn shop for a Brandy Alexander. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the popcorn shop, I learned that his name was DeWitt, and that he was a disk jockey. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a hair stylist.

I guess it was love at first fall asleep. Some might say we had remote controls in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eight years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still falling asleep for each other.