you fall asleep on your husband's bed, and when he enters the room, you was about to escape. As soon as you wanted to leave the softest and most comfortable bed in your life, the mattress next to me sagged. Then Lorenzo started pulling off your shoes. Lorenzo bent down and carefully untied the laces, first on one foot, then on the other. “Get up so I can straighten the bed.” Lorenzo asked, lowering his voice, it was not clear if he was trying to be gentle or if he was tired after work, while running his palm over your small foot.