Something happened to me the other night that I think might be the key to the girl I’m looking for. I was having one of those dreams, and it was so wonderful I woke up with tears of joy in my eyes. And I don’t mean wonderful in the sex way, wonderful like the most beautiful woman in the world just told me she was in love with me. And it was so real it was almost weird.

But that wasn’t what was important. The key was when I was in the shower, thinking about it — I’ve started sort of taking mental notes about my dreams when I wake up so I don’t forget them. And I remembered how beautiful her eyes were. Like they were reflecting the colors the sunset paints on a cloudy sky.

And all of a sudden, it hit me — I’d seen those eyes before. The girl — the one in my dreams — always has eyes that color. I can’t remember most of them so clearly, but I know that knight in shining armor did, and now that I’m thinking about it I’m convinced the others must have, too. It explains why I’ve been painting so many sunsets recently.

The problem is I don’t see how anybody could have eyes that color outside a dream. Might be some subconscious memory, but apart from a couple of girlfriends, I can’t think of any girl I’ve ever looked that closely at, period, so I don’t know how it could have made such an impression.

Still, it’s got to mean something.