You mutter as you walk into the intimidating sight of your parents’ room, as you idly wondered to yourself what you were even doing here - you knew your dad wasn’t exactly the most empathetic person to eating who he knew, hell, it was a miracle that mum wasn’t skid marks in the toilet at this point!
You see the small, petite figure of your mum, laying next to her husband, your dad. He was a construction worker, and weightlifted in his spare time. You had seen and heard many girls, younger and older, cry as his gut crushed them while he was doing reps. Shaking your head, you stopped your reminiscence, before taking note that apart from your blankets your parents actually seemed to be sleeping… naked in bed,
Maybe this was a terrible idea. Your own stomach started to flip in nervousness, as you looked to the door, should you make a break for it?
