At six in the morning, my husband can’t sleep. I suggest him to count sheep or elephants.
I’d rather count my breasts.
Imagine your breasts swimming slowly through the sky.
Separate from the body?
Well, then imagine that the naked breasts slowly pass by.
... and where are they going?
at the sunset.
Why are they naked?
On the beach, the toples were sunny and now they are back home.