Daydreaming With Erica

I first met her when I was only thirty-one. I was in the novelty shop carrying a cotton ball when she strode in. She was wearing a khaki romper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her chin, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the cotton ball down when she flew beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the cotton ball right by her 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, I asked her to go to the tattoo parlor for a mint julep. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the tattoo parlor, I learned that her name was Erica, and that she was a missionary. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an astronomer.

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