My Sheila

I remember when I first met my Sheila three years ago. I set up her router, looked in those big, blue eyes, and the rest was history. She doesn’t know yet, but I’m going to marry her. I have my grandmother’s ring in my pocket — just waiting for the right time to ask. I’ve stayed out of sight for the past three years, only coming out for food while she’s at work. Tomorrow, I’m going to introduce myself, tell her how much I love her, and we’ll start our lives in the house below the attic I’ve called home.