Glo gets LOST

"Awwww," I sighed into the cool breeze as the waves lapped the shoreline on a deserted island where I had been mysteriously dumped for unknown reasons as I had no intention of flying over the ocean on my summer vacation.

"I'm sorry! Did you request something?" a voice said beside my elbow.

I opened one eye. Beside me stood a tanned vision of perfection in fashionable beach wear for men. I noticed that his deep purple and blue swim trunks clashed terribly with the green slipper-sandals I had on my feet.

"Wait! What?! How did I get cute shoes when I'm supposedly stranded on a deserted isle?! And where did you come from? You can't have a person with you if you're stranded!"

The handsome stranger corrected me. "There are actually 2 of us. See my exceptionally handsome twin brother, Sven. He is expert in creating shelters including alcohol-free mini-bars and fully equipped kitchens. All out of bamboo. I am Swen."

"Nice," I said in true appreciation. "And what's your gift?"

He whipped out a pan of perfectly soft yet not sticky rice krispies treats. "I make perfect cereal candy out of many brands of sugared and not-so-sugared cereals."

"Dang straight," I whispered in awe. Hesitantly, I made a request. "Is it possible I have cuter shoes more perfectly color coordinated to my environment?"

"But of course! Your blogbuddy, Lianne, has wished you cute shoes during your stranding. Sven first made a closet to accommodate them. I will go and get you some."

Swen retreats. Sweet, I thought. Those silly Internet forward thingys have come true! So, Lianne wished me cute shoes. Mrs. Charlie wished me hot twins who bake. And Cate wished me...

I looked left to see the laptop computer on the table with my umbrella-happy drink. I picked up both and happily set to blogging. In a few minutes, Sven emerged from the shelter with pink strappy sandals and a bottle of nail polish to update my look.

"May your stranding bring bliss that lasts a lifetime," he wished me. I nodded my head before closing the laptop and drifting into daydream.

I really should do those Internet thingys more often, I said with no commitment whatsoever, knowing my blogbuddies would never expect me to do what I'm told. "So, what's for dinner?" I asked Sven who then entranced me with a description of the concoctions Swen was busily preparing in our beach hutch.

"Oh, come now, a woman with your intellect and wit would never be truly satisfied by this benign existence," an intelligent, sexy, stimulating, and sarcastic drawl announced as he poofed into being in a lounge chair to my right.

I began to smile. "Now," he said seductively. "Where exactly did you want that sunscreen...to avoid cancer of course."

My smile brightened as I lobbed the bottle across to James. "Nadia!" I shouted across the waves. "I love you!"

"There, there," James Spader chided me. "Let's save our voices for all that not-yelling for help we'll be doing over the next 40 years. Now, if only someone would wish us married..."

*POP* Two wedding rings appeared. I grinned before dropping into a come-hither look. "Remind me to thank Lia should we ever be rescued," James said as he poured sunscreen out of the bottle into his bare hand.