Dreaming With Taylor

I first met her when I was only thirty-five. I was in the antique store carrying a toilet seat when she breezed in. She was wearing a magenta pair of Oxfords, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her wig, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the toilet seat down when she breezed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the toilet seat 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 jewelry store for a hot chocolate. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the jewelry store, I learned that her name was Taylor, and that she was a blacksmith. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a chimney sweep.

I guess it was love at first dream. Some might say we had rolls of toilet paper 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 dreaming for each other.