Dreamers on the Rise

“Not bad for a pathetic old man,” she said.

     “I sacked up good, didn’t I?”

     “That you did.” She ran her fingers over my chest and looked up at me, yawning.  “Sometimes, you are such a TDS.”

     “The Amber translation please.” 

     “Terminal Dumb Shit.”   She was asleep in two minutes.

     Yes, sometimes, I surely was that.

     I laid awake a long time thinking.  Wondering how it had come to this.