Zelda woke me with her singing. I had dreamt of road signs, mile markers, and distant places. I don’t know if somehow my dreams entered Zelda’s mind using telepathy, but she was singing about highways and byways. I smiled, sleep still clouding my senses. Maybe being married for twenty-eight years had our dreams in perfect harmony. I could see her hazy outline, standing at the sink in the bathroom adjoining our bedroom. Grinning, my hands found my glasses on the nightstand. Sliding them on, my wife came into sharp focus.
Shirtless, clad in a pair of bikini panties, Zelda looked as delicious to me as she had years ago when I saw her naked for the very first time. I could see the changes wrought by years, a thickening in the waist, stretch marks, and a few strands of gray hair. Those were wo
