Dreaming With Connie

I first met her when I was only fifty-six. I was in the psychic reading business carrying an acorn when she bounded in. She was wearing an azure overcoat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyelid, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the acorn down when she sauntered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the acorn right by her 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, I asked her to go to the deli for a Mai Tai. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the deli, I learned that her name was Connie, and that she was a flutist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pediatrician.

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