In January, many bloggers write about New Year's resolutions. They write about how to make said promises and which ones to stay clear of for sanity's sake. They'll blog about their own resolution list and the why's of it all.
Not me, though. Sorry. I strive to be different – but not difficult, mind you.
Christmas eve, I lay snuggled up to my husband in bed, tucked up against his side with my cheek on his chest and wrapped up in his big arms. Offshore there's a storm brewing so the wind is picking up and blowing the dead leaves around outside. All very romantic, cuddly type of stuff.
As usual, he falls asleep before I do. Probably because I drink more coffee than him. Just as I begin to drift off however, he rolls towards me and takes my chest pillow and source of warmth with him. Worse, his knee comes up and plows into my belly, pushing me away.
He's sleeping. He doesn't understand what he's doing and he doesn't do it on purpose.
Safely entrenched on my side of our king-size bed, I lay there and wondered how on Earth those romance book heroines can sleep all night plastered against their man. Those handsome, virile men don't push their delectable women away to spread out in skydiver positions.
I have bionic hearing at night. My power came into focus after I had my first baby. Sound asleep, I know who's gotten up at midnight and used the bathroom. I can hear our dogs out back and can tell which of the six is causing the ruckus.
So why is it the heroine will awaken, only to find herself—by some bizarre twist of fate—flung across the hero's body, never having stirred during all that body movement?
They can make love in the morning. Neither one ever has to use the bathroom first. Oh! The joys of not having morning breath either.
Gotta love fiction and the impossible possibilities! What have you tried or experienced that worked in novels but not in reality?