There's a little 'sweat under your foot, and I like it. Yes, I like it, because I said, it reminds me that this protects us warmth. I wake up slowly with a great feeling of bliss. The world is out and we are here. Nothing can touch us, nothing can hurt us. We're safe, you and me. But who are you? So dark, so suddenly, I could not answer. No matter how hard face I can not remember who you are. I do not remember where or when I met you, I do not remember to have you talk, or have you fucked, but apparently this has happened, since we are together in this bed. What a headache, I must have drunk too much even if I do not remember that either. I still sleep, and I would so turn around the other side to enjoy a little 'rest. Your touch again with my foot, and I feel that is slightly less warm than before, I would say almost cold. I try not realizing it, while the pain in my stomach starts to be felt. Play around with your foot inactive for a few minutes. Then I decide to turn on the light, and I have to restrain myself not to vomit. Now I remember everything.
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