The Singer and I

The singer and I. I met the famous singer after her concert, we hit it off as they say, drank red wine and had a jolly time. Next day I made her breakfast, but before she could eat her manager came and took her away. It was a peculiar morning, the air was still and full of heat, like suffocating in Finnish sauna, I tried to walk into the stand up fridge, but the door wouldn’t shut and I got strawberry jam all over me. Spent the forenoon watering my flowers and myself thinking of the singer. I only saw her again once when she was interviewed on TV, but for some reason she didn’t mention my name.