Too many anecdotes and testimonials later, the author finally put forth step number one: Define Your Fantasy.
Okaaaaay. I poured myself a second bowl of Cheerios and defined my fantasy:
I wanted love. A love like Grayson and Delilah’s. But something about that felt wrong.
It was too heavy. Too serious. I took a bite of Cheerios, and as I munched, the image of Grayson kissing Delilah drifted through my mind.
That was it. The kiss. I wanted my own “crimson kiss.”
I went back to the book and discovered that step number two was easy: Speak Your Fantasy.
“I want a crimson kiss,” I whispered into the quiet of the kitchen, feeling more than a little silly.
Step three: See Your Fantasy. I closed my eyes and pictured myself as Delilah, pictured Grayson sweeping me into his arms,
looking lovingly into my eyes, his mouth descending toward mine, his lips brushing against mine, warm and tender, full of smoldering passion….
Oh, yeah. I could definitely see it. I shook off the shivers, then turned the page and discovered that step number four was: Live Your Fantasy.
Live my fantasy? How was I supposed to do that? All the book really offered by way of explanation was, “See it, believe it, live it.”
I snorted and slapped the book shut. What a rip-off!
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