Waking Up is Hard to Do: The Third Volume of the When Will I Wake Up? Series

Josie finds love in a foreign land where she soon discovers the difference between having sex and making love. Once transformed by this revelation, she can no longer go back. So she pursues her dream come true with all the vigor she can muster, despite what obstacles that come her way. a random sample to whet your appetite: Chapter One Hundred-Eight: Breakfast is served The thing about waking up in paradise is that you find yourself wanting to go back to sleep; before reality sets in to ruin it all. Vastly content, Josie didn't want to open her eyes, never mind move a muscle. Residing besides the love of her life, Josie was at peace with the fact that she must have died and gone to heaven. What else could it be? Harry not only turned out to be a gentle man, he turned her on more than any man, and he followed through with love making that could best be described as utopia. She couldn't possibly still be on planet Earth with her head so up in the clouds. No way. No how. If only some feelings could last for an eternity - embraced in the afterglow, high on love would top the list. Alas all spectacular things must come to an end. A great morning starts the same way any morning does, with a trip to the toilet. Harry completely understood, volunteering his services as bed-warmer till she got back. "I'll wait for you forever, but please don't take that long." "I'll be back in a jiffy ... just close your eyes and think of me." Josie lied. Being a woman with a man in waiting she wasn't about to merely take a wiz and rush right back. Morning breath and muffed mattress hair are never a good way to start the day. She not only emptied her bladder, but she also ran hurriedly through a speedy pit-stop beauty regimen. When she returned to the bedside twenty minutes later Harry was still there ... and still smiling "Missed you terribly, but I'm afraid it's your turn to wait for me ... don't go away or I'll die." It was Harry's time to disappear. "Hurry back, don't keep your lady waiting," responded Josie patting his warm side of the mattress. She began to worry just how long she had before he'd return. She watched Harry's flung-about clothing, making sure none of it accompanied him to the restroom. Butt naked he wasn't going anywhere. Given time to herself, Josie began to wonder about a lot of things. Tinkle, tinkle morning star. As she waited anxiously for Harry's return Josie checked herself over in her compact making a few last second hair adjustments. Now that she was awake, once again the questions started roaming through her mind. Harry Harry, what are your bloody intentions, Mr ... .and Mrs. Josephine Tjuskjegg. It might take her a while to learn to annunciate it correctly and even longer to spell it, but the name fit her fine nonetheless. Rush, flush, rinse; he returned from the restroom in half the time as she. He climbed right back into bed and snuggled up to Josie, pulling the covers back over the two that once again became one. Together they lay in each other's embrace for a good hour soft talking. Josie told him of her flight of fancy dream. Harry told her of a similar one, only underwater. Then he asked her to elaborate more on her real hopes and dreams; a request which topped her morning wish list. With her head on his chest, twirling her fingers in his hair, basking Josie told Harry her condensed version of her American Dream: two parents, two children, two cars, one house, one yard, one swing-set, and one dog. He declared that she truly deserved so much more. To prove it at the end of the hour an erotic encore ensued. Apparently Mr. Hyde wasn't a morning person. Much to Josie's disbelieving delight another ultimate orgasm came around to prove it all wasn't a dream. Two hours later, at the unrequested repeated request of Josie's growling tummy, Harry reluctantly decided to finally get up.