We go to bed with him yesterday, he is already dressed and lies under the blanket.
I'm not sleeping, I'm sitting on my phone.
Then I also dress up, go to bed, hug him, look at him, and he is already camouflaged. I hold my hand on him, I know he’s naked. What are you without cowards? And he’s in half a dream: no, he’s a coward. I guess, I say, what kind of material are they made of, absolutely intangible? And he is so reluctant, turning to the other side, skin!