In the morning she wakes up, yawns and stretches his arms. His hair is disheveled, some gray hair that is tenderness. There is no trick and no deception, just a 'man who has chosen to share with you anonymous cotton sheets.
Everything is a picture that develops slowly like a polaroid of the 70's, as your eyes struggle to focus.
Odori. Sometimes the scent, almost imperceptibly, more often than natural, that of his skin.
As soon as she is in the bathroom to remove the effects of the night on his face, I animal, truffle dog, quickly dip my nose into his pillow.
Esco bringing with me a bit 'with her.
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