Sleeping With Thaddeus

I first met him when I was only forty-six. I was in the bike shop carrying a brush when he waded in. He was wearing a blue dog collar, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his lip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the opera house for a glass of Kool-Aid. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the opera house, I learned that his name was Thaddeus, and that he was a watchmaker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a grocer.

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