Lying Around In Bed With Fawn

I first met her when I was only sixty-four. I was in the convenience store carrying a Hostess Ding Dong when she danced in. She was wearing a navy blue jumper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her skin, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the Hostess Ding Dong down when she hobbled beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the Hostess Ding Dong right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to lie around in bed.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the supermarket for a V8. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the supermarket, I learned that her name was Fawn, and that she was an Esperanto teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a guitar player.

I guess it was love at first lie around in bed. Some might say we had needles and thread in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was eleven years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still lying around in bed for each other.