This is my vision

“Hi, Alex, I’ll take Things That’ll Never Happen for $200,” Sonya said. The game had an unreal quality to it.

The electronic blip revealed the answer, and Alex said, “This never happens when someone says, ‘I’ll call you tomorrow.’”

Sonya beat out her opponents, Herbie Blaunox and Matilda Golddigger, to the button. “What is a telephone call, Alex?”

“Correct! And the next selection is?”

“Passive-aggressive Dyslexics for $400,” Sonya said, a smile on her face. She was on a roll.

Alex recited the clue: “He slept with your best friend without telling you.”

Sonya groaned. “Who is my boyfriend Oliver, Alex.”

“It’s as if this game were made for you, Sonya.”

“Let’s move onto to Self-centered Adjectives for $600,” Sonya said, becoming fidgety.

“A compound adjective that describes a man who sits naked on your finest sofa after having a bowel movement.”

Sonya felt that queasy breath of air rise in her throat at the thought of Oliver. “What is hyper-gross, Alex?”

“You are correct again, Sonya, and you’ve now taken the lead. Final question before double jeopardy. The category is Two-eyed Monsters for $800. And the answer is …”

The square turned, and Alex continued. “The life partner I’ve chosen because no one else is beating down the door.”

Herbie Blaunox punched down on his button one-tenth of a second before Sonya did. “Who is Sonya’s boyfriend Oliver?”

“Yes, Herbie!” Alex said. “And you’ve now become our Jeopardy champion! But our Consolation Prize for Second Best goes to Sonya Schlossberg!”

Sonya woke up and sat up in bed. It was still dark, and Oliver snored beside her. She wished he’d get his deviated septum fixed.