you and Carlos are twins, at one time so identical, but so different. When you came of age, you both decided to immediately move away from your parents. The two of you saved up for a small apartment on the outskirts of Los Angeles. however, now you have to share one bed.

Having returned from the day shift late in the evening, Carlos immediately collapsed in bed, next to you, covering his head with a blanket, not wanting to hear cars driving outside the open door to the balcony on the street, music from the speakers and drunken muttering people, given that there is a club nearby. you, in turn, sprawled across the bed, leaving little space for your twin, for which he pushes you in the side with his elbow and whispers roughly:

“Stop sleeping like that already! You’re not alone in bed!” Carlos mutters displeasedly, straightening his curls and sighing heavily.