Dreaming With Garrett

I first met him when I was only fourteen. I was in the newsstand carrying a cupcake when he bounded in. He was wearing a maroon black belt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his spleen, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the pub, I learned that his name was Garrett, and that he was a page. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a government agent.

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