Every now and then I have trouble falling asleep. When I was a little girl, my father would tell me to count sheep, but being a city girl, this confused me. I had never actually seen a sheep. Truthfully, I was a little bit afraid of them. They seemed docile, but so did the neighbor’s cat – until it jumped on my back and my big brother had to remove its claws from my skin. All of these thoughts would roll around in my mind until not only was I wide awake, but also terrified! Then, I heard a wonderful song which suggested “counting your blessings.” I liked this idea much better. As a child, I was blessed with much – fabulous, though strict parents, a big brother who adored and picked on me, doting grandparents, more stuffed animals and dolls than I could count, two bookcases full of books.
As an adult, I’ve taken the whole blessing thing a step further – I count the things I love. My family, naturally. I have two incredible teenage boys, a tall, dark, handsome husband. Some very close and special friends. A beautiful, sweet-natured (although my husband and youngest son might disagree) Shih Tzu.
Damn! Still Awake – okay – let me think a bit more and expand the list. What do I love? I love Chocolate! Dark, smooth chocolate that coats my tongue in a sweet, silken blanket as it melts in my mouth. Like many things, too much will make me sick, but just the right amount adds pleasure and comfort to my life.
Corset! I might be wearing a conservative business suit, but beneath that my skin is embraced in a tight silken hug. Better yet, pairing up my favorite black lace-up corset with an old beat-up pair of blue jeans and some high heels – the perfect outfit for a bit of bar hopping on a Friday night. Sexy yet comfortable – a delicate balance that I try to find in my life as well as my writing. *** yawn**** Good – starting to get a bit sleepy.
Bubbles! Watching tiny bubbles rise to the surface and explode while I hold a fluted glass up to the light. Reclining in a hot lavender scented bubble bath and reading a smutty romance novel. Okay, now I’m beginning to get sleepy.
Whiskey! The Irish gold splashing into a heavy glass. Ice? No, not this time of year! I don’t need anything else to cook me down – Had to put gas in the car this morning when it was a frigid 8 degrees Fahrenheit! On a cold January evening, I prefer just the beautiful heavy liquor reflecting the flames from the fireplace – feeling the warm, thick beverage coating my throat. I close my eyes as I imagine the warmth invaded my tense, cold muscles. Slowly now, I feel myself relax and snuggle deeper beneath the heavy quilts.
I could go on – after all, I do have a big heart. There’s a lot to love in this life. But having begun my list with chocolate and ending it with Irish Whiskey, I’ll leave the rest to the imagination. Now that I’m an erotic romance writer, reflecting on all the love in my life not only relaxes, but also inspires me. Besides, I need to leave something to think about the next time I have insomnia!
Sweet Dreams Everyone,