Meditating With Morgan

I first met her when I was only twelve. I was in the ice cream parlor carrying a clam when she darted in. She was wearing a tan bow tie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her thorax, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the clam down when she skidded beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the clam right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to meditate.

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

At the travel agency, I learned that her name was Morgan, and that she was a shepherd. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a doorman.

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