My husband recently said:

You sleep, I go to work. I ate breakfast, shaved and dressed. I come to kiss you, and you are so cute lying down, smiling in your sleep, wrapped in a blanket. I can’t endure, I lie next to you, I embrace you, I embrace you, I kiss you, I condemn you – what a good, sweet, my favorite, my kiss, my leg... here you open your eyes, you look at me and you say, “Password accepted!” and you close your eyes and cut off.

You need to sit less behind the compass.