 Dreamscape presents, Forever Interrupted, by Taylor Jenkins Reed, narrated by Tara Sands. Every morning when I wake up, I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you. All I ever find is the cold side of the bed. My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris on the bedside table. And I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief, I loved you and you loved me. Craigslist posting, Chicago 2009. Part one, June. You decided if you're going to change your name, then asks me. He is sitting on the opposite end of the couch, rubbing my feet. He looks so cute. How did I end up with someone so goddamn cute? I have an idea, I tease. But I have more than an idea. My face breaks into a smile. I think I'm gonna do it. Really? He asks excitedly. Would you want that? I ask him. Are you kidding? He says. I mean, you don't have to if you feel like it's offensive or I don't know if it negates your own name. I want you to have the name you want, he says. But if that name happens to be my name, he blushes slightly. That might be really cool. He seems too sexy to be a husband. You think of husbands as fat balding men who take out the trash. But my husband is sexy. He's young and he's tall and he's strong. He's so perfect. I sound like an idiot, but this is how it's supposed to be, right? As a newlywed, I'm supposed to see him through these rose-colored glasses. I was thinking of going by Elsie Porter Ross, I say to him. He stops rubbing my feet for a minute. That's really hot, he says. I laugh at him. Why? I don't know, he says, starting to rub my feet again. It's probably some weird caveman thing. I just like the idea that we are the Rosses. We are Mr. and Mrs. Ross. I like that, I say. Mr. and Mrs. Ross, that is hot. I told you. And that settles it. As soon as the marriage certificate gets here, I'm sending it to the DMV or wherever you have to send it. Awesome, he says, taking his hands off of me. Okay, Elsie Porter Ross, my turn. I grab his feet. It's quiet for a while as I absentmindedly rub his toes through his socks. My mind wanders and after some time it lands. Sample complete. Ready to continue?