The boy is right
Sigh.
The boy is right.
I can’t sleep without him by my side. The warmth encasement, the steadied snoring, the fluid movements of his, the cuteness of his face..
Not forgetting the wonderful exchanges that we have before we go to bed. In fact, we’ve also discovered a new activity together..
Tickling!
Moving back to stay with the parents for the weekend can be quite a shock sometimes, especially when you’ve realised how addicted you are to freedom and well, to old boy..
I just might follow his suggestion and get a used shirt of his and wear it to bed.
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