Daydreaming With Josh

I first met him when I was only forty-nine. I was in the pharmacy carrying a toilet plunger when he bolted in. He was wearing a jet black tattoo, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his eyelash, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the mortuary, I learned that his name was Josh, and that he was a consultant. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a millionaire.

I guess it was love at first daydream. Some might say we had bilge pumps in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fourteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still daydreaming for each other.