Night after lonely night, we meet in dreams

[somedayseattle]

Erica and I were leaving the other building today after dropping a package off at the leasing center. As we ambled towards our building, she asked me how I had slept last night. I said fine, but I woke up with an earworm. She asked me what it was, and I began to sing the opening lines of Bobby Vinton’s schmaltzy. 1963 hit “Blue on Blue”. She stopped dead in her tracks and shrieked.

"Holy shit! Me too!"
I asked her to confirm what she said. "You woke up with 'Blue On Blue' in your brain too?"
"Yeah, I did. That’s so weird."

I knew she was telling the truth because she can’t fake that level of enthusiasm. We both woke up with an obscure cheesy song from the '60s stuck in our brain.

We have been together too long.