the miracle daydream
Ring, ring, ring..., Bestie Lindsay finds Kate through the airways. Her joyous tone jerks Kate’s body instantly and plummets directly past her ear drum and straight to nipples pebbling them into points. The left one takes the lead and reaches to prick the closest star. With startling zest Lindsay trumpets, “Bestie, I’m claiming that THIS is going to be my year of FUN!!!”
Kate attempts to soothe her nipples back into place away from her bestie girl crush because honestly, whose she trying to fool. Her brief dreams of finding fulfillment in a lesbian love match is just not her thing.
Her treacherous karma has her forever pining after the romantic version of happily ever after with the Prince of Manliness. His main purpose in life is to worship starting from the tip of her usually pedicured toes (except when they’re on winter vacation of course), trailing ever so slowly and ravenously to the very crown of her head in rapturous awe feeling fully nourished by her mere existence.
Internally begging to be captured by Sven or maybe Black Magic, nicknamed BM. BM would be his regaling THIS body... His foot fetish would actually be warranted. Not sure that they’re “Fans Only” worthy, however, they have received several unsolicited, “your feet are cute” awards. Traveling north to thick athletic calves which are not quite a show stopper in Kate’s body shaming stance. They’re supposed to be a size negative zero. BM boldly counters the insecurity proclaiming that they are great stabilizers in countless ways that always raises a flushed blush to her cheeks.
Next up is the parade of elephants which happens to be BM’s favorite animal and one tear of earnest reverence falls down his cheek every time he’s allowed to sneak a peek at her knees.
From there he starts to have some real fun with the delightful childhood game he plays on K’s thighs creating intricate designs connecting the dots from cellulite dimple to dimple to dimple to dimple...
Onward and upward to the stars of the show. From ass to collarbone Kate grapple’s between gratitude for the the landscape that was painstakingly carved to house, grow, and nourish her 3 most prized possessions, and then briskly flips honing in on the horror at the carnage that was left behind. Those damn precious kids unapologetically had their way with the terrain. Stretching, pulling, molding the play dough so ferociously that no amount of gym torture, cream, buffing, or massive doses of Collagen has been able to remold their masterpiece.
Sven is a devoted art connoisseur and will willingly marvel at the artistry for hours. With heart eyes adorning his adonis face, he revels in a soul level appreciation for the Mona Lisa esque artistry. Just like Mona’s lack luster mundane features, Katie has grown accustomed to feeling invisible or even worse. The worse is when she receives a common shoulder bump as if, vermin, in the way of the man headed to his coffee date with the illustrious Barbie. What Sven knows that Barbie boy doesn’t is that it only takes one epically courageous man to steal her away, and then her value will become priceless. At that moment, he owns a Goddess.
It is the moment that she feels truly CHOSEN that smoke billows sparkles and cracks as onlookers know the finale is imminent. It is Sven BM’s reverent worship of the beautiful tapestry that has been woven with great care, blood, sweat, triumph, joy, and tears that activates real magic where she morphs from ordinary coal squeezed by heartache and disappointment to emerge as the flawless diamond that the world had been searching for.
Lindsay squeals, “Bestie!, are you even listening to me?” Kate swings proudly back into her promotion as bestie Lindsay’s first position wing women for her ‘Year of FUN,’ and exclaims, “I’m IN!”
After the phone goes silent, Kate settles back into her fantasy of being worshipped by Sven BM, and all of her girl parts begin to tingle and swoon. She bathes is these sensual delights, and then receives a strong right hook to her jaw, knocking her out of the revery. Teeth clattering, head buzzing, Kate knows the attacker!
“So your worth, value, and positive self image is supposed to come from some man?!,” trumpets the voice that Kate knows all to well, and will often prefer to ignore. Katie narrows her eyes and stubbornly counters, “I’m not dumb and can you just let me enjoy some wet dreams for two seconds?!”
The voice counters, “Sure, have your wet dreams, and then get your ass back to the truth. Your REAL dream is to be madly and fully in love with yourself! You have to CHOOSE yourself. Then and only then will you be able to actually and truly enjoy the dessert of Sven BM, and that will far exceed your current wildest dreams!”
Kate sighs in defeat and thinks, “my True Spirit is wise and a REAL pain in my ass sometimes.”