I didn't think it could happen to me...
I read, "Twilight".
"What's the big deal?"
"Really, what is this all about? Is it really something great? or is it just a prepubescent fetish?"
I fluttered through the first few chapters, enjoying the plot, the characters, the settings, all the while trying to place Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson in the mirror of my mind, acting the story out on the tiny big screen in my head. Mostly that just made my mind drift, wondering what Kristen and Robert were doing right now in real life...didn't I hear they got married? I wonder if they shop at Walmart? Do they wear socks when they're home, or go barefoot?
Less than mid way through, I really sunk my teeth in.
I was always thirsty for more...
The passion, the lust, the drama!
Instead of picturing Kristen, I pictured myself as Bella.
Instead of picturing Robert, I pictured my husband as Edward.
(Okay, not really...I still pictured Robert. You can judge me, I don't care.)
During the day, in the time away from my new favorite book, I pretended someone would be there to swoop down and stop me from tripping, or block a runaway car about to hit me, or blast a bad guy to smithereens!
What would I look like as a vampire? Could I really get any paler??
Wouldn't I look so pretty being all sparkly when I stepped into the sun?
I finished the first book last night.
Sliding into bed, sipping the last few slurps of my tea, I read the final pages.
I closed the book, and sighed, long and heavy.
Tucking myself deep down into the comforter, I glanced over at my sleeping husband, my icy toes curled under his.
Pulling the sheets up to my chin, and batting my pouty blue eyes, I said,
"I wish I could be a vampire too"
Not so asleep, my charming husband replied,
"Shut. The. (I can't say that word.) Up."
Okay. Maybe I have gone overboard.