Never Stop Dreaming
A love story
“Never stop dreaming,” she told him in that endearing, yet oddly threatening voice that he loved so much.
“Don’t forget to return the library books,” he reminded her; it was a private joke he’d been saying to her for years despite neither of them ever laughing.
“Sometimes I pretend you are a coat rack,” she whispered in his ear while he slept on the couch, covered in all of their coats.
“Can you pick up some milk on the way home,” he asked, which was a hint for her that he was in a particularly pro-cow mood for a change.
“321847!” she yelled at him when he walked in late from work for the umpteenth time leaving him both bewildered and guilt-ridden as he knew how much she hated yelling random numerical sequences.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he said sweetly while they gazed into each other’s eyes — which he had — so many times that she was starting to regret all of that money she invested in brainwashing.
“Tonight we are going to sleep how we’ve never slept before,” she informed him, which he would have been intrigued by, if she wasn’t playing the most sinister music possible and cackling at the same time.
“You remind me of my father,” he said to her at the end of their first date; a statement that became significantly less offensive when she finally met that gorgeously effeminate man.
“Do you know what time it is?” she barked in one of her favorite call-and-response exchanges that he steadfastly refused to participate in what with the ridiculous number of clocks he’d covered their walls with specifically for exchanges exactly like this.
“Water certainly is wet,” he called to her while swimming at the beach — Phase 1 in his perplexing attempt to live more like a fish.
“I wish I could have been there when you were born,” she mumbled while they dozed on a lazy Sunday morning with just a vague hint of sarcasm.
“Some days I wish we were cats,” he meowed at her right up until she threatened a trip to the vet.
“It’s times like this that I’m glad I’m not two dimensional,” she remarked while admiring her three dimensionality in the mirror.
“You can throw that out the window,” he suggested rhetorically as it had been his idea to reside in a window-less room to prevent the ease of disposing of unwanted things out of said windows.
