“I walk into the bedroom and there he is.  All hard chest and smoldering eyes.  Covered only from the waste down by the sheets. He is waiting for me.  I walk over and climb into bed.  As I am starting to get situated he rolls over grabbing me with his left arm and placing his palm to my flat stomach. Pulling me closer so that my head is now resting in that sweet spot between his bicep and neck.  Our legs are tangled together like the cords in a media closet. His breath evens out as he says “Goodnight baby”, and that is where I stayed all night having the absolute best night sleep of my life”

AS FUCKING IF…

As a self proclaimed hopeless romantic…. even I call bullshit.  It all sounds like rainbows and butterflies, but no one talks about the struggle with the snuggle.  It all starts of just fine.  You might be a little on the chilly side… the sheets are still crisp and cool.  So the first round of body heat feels amazing.  Almost like a heating pad on a soar muscle…. but then it starts.  You finally find the spot… that sweet spot.  Thinking you can drift off to sleep when it happens.  You start to mentally assess what’s going on.  You need to move your right foot an inch to the right.  So your SB (snuggle buddy) adjust their position, but then they can’t get comfy so they adjust causing you to have to now adjust the placement of your left arm. There! Finally that’s all better.  Then it happens again… your right ear is suddenly on fucking fire from being smashed on the bicep pillow with that weird suction thing happening. So you nonchalantly slide your head to get a little reprieve and cool air around it.  Thus causing the bicep pillow to now be a bicep hat. Finding yourself in a perfect spot you start to drift off again.  Wait? Is that a trickle of sweat sliding down my lower back? OMG! My entire body now feels like it is on fire… Did he just kick the sheets off of his leg? I think he retreated a millimeter giving the fire going on under the sheet a bit of a reprieve.  Mentally I try to focus… talk myself down.. its ok.. it is going to be OK! I can do this…. I can’t do this.  I can’t fucking do this.  I need to sleep. It now feels like the mexcain stand off of all Mexican stand offs.  Who’s gonna cave first and look like an ass? Not me! Nope… I only have my stubborn side to thank for this.  Finally, he must have psychic abilities because he sighs, kisses the back of my head and says “I am gonna roll over”.  THANK YOU JESUS! I didn’t have to be the ass… this time.

Now I am not saying you shouldn’t at least attempt the cuddle… I really do believe it is an important part of a relationship.  All I am saying is lets just keep it real people… cause the struggle with the snuggle is real.

Carpe Diem!

Ashley xx