Last night I was woken up by a loud banging on the door. No, not that banging. Laughing to myself right now. It was a loud pounding on my living room door. I don’t quite recall what I was dreaming about so needless to say it must have been blah! What the heck? It was 2 am and I had to work the next day. What the . . . …
Who was it? I’ll tell you soon but first I must tell you that last night I was watching Station 19. It is a show about firemen. Do you watch it?
Ever since I was a little girl I have had a liking to firemen. Something about their physique, their strength and the fact they can hold steady that freaking long hose while it is blasting out water. ￼ Oh my goodness it moistens my mouth just thinking about it. I was so sweaty after watching those actors shower. Too bad I couldn’t walk into the TV and cool off with them. Oh well I could dream.
I did the next best thing. I drank some very cold water as I wiped the sweat beads that hung over my brows. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
I started thinking about the book The Secret. Have you read it? There is a section in it where they tell you that to manifest anything you must first believe that it has occurred already.
I would love for a sexy fireman to come knocking on my door. With these social isolation days and this pandemic my chances of meeting men are nil. Online dating/ been there, done that. Romance scammers I have had plenty. Well manifesting I did last night.
Now when I went to bed my intention was so strong. The loud pounding on the door better be my man was the first thought that came to my mind. If it were some drunk fool I was going to be so pissed. My heart was beating so fast. I was hyperventilating. Then crazy thoughts entered my head. Was somebody hurt? Was someone trying to avoid rape or being killed. Should I go check? There was just that loud and strong pounding again and again. I heard no one speak. I only heard the pounding and my own heart beating fast and loudly against my chest.
I got up and looked through the peephole. I heard “Open the door!” coming from a beautiful chiseled face. Could it be that my manifestation had come true? Omg hubba bubba. I opened the door and saw. . .
I said yes while drooling. My dream came true. Finally? Are you happy for me? Well?
Nope, not exactly. I wish. Apparently there was a carbon monoxide leak and they wanted me to open my windows. Huh? He repeated “Ma’am close the door and open your windows! Good night.” He turned around and left.
Noooo! Come back I wanted to shout. Crappy doo doo and there I thought I was meeting my man!! Arghh!
I hope you enjoyed this little story.
Hugs from Brooklyn