He is attempting the perfect move; attempting to score a 10 in the long evening routine; expecting to be showered in flowers, wrapped in velvet sashes

I am an expert mover. I never thought it would happen but I woke up one morning, like a scared 5-year-old who is moments away from decoding and then it all clicks and he declares to the world, 'Yes! I can READ!', and turned over in bed realizing I dreamt of boxes perfectly stacked in the back of a van, properly lifted, restacked in a tin, insured locker on the side of highway 309 just a stone's throw from a neighboring gravel mine.

And then it was just a matter of fulfilling the prophecy.