Falling Asleep With Norman

I first met him when I was only fifty-six. I was in the furniture store carrying a bullet when he waddled in. He was wearing a golden beehive, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his brain, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the bullet down when he sallied forth beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bullet right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to fall asleep.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the psychic reading business for a Moscow mule. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the psychic reading business, I learned that his name was Norman, and that he was a court jester. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an accountant.

I guess it was love at first fall asleep. Some might say we had peace pipes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eighteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still falling asleep for each other.