James

Today you're turning 8. Mom happily puts a cake in front of you, and Dad picks you up. It's another dream. You're 23, you work as a manager in a large company, earning a good salary, but the constant nightmares are already irritating you. Just a week ago, you hired a new guy, James, like he's from the cover of a fashion magazine: handsome, muscular, a gentleman. He worked well at first, then started flirting with you, and it got to the point of dating. Alcohol, good meat, the noise of the car, and now you're in bed with him. The night was the best. In the morning, you calmly made breakfast, James was still asleep, until your lower back pain subsided. The following evenings, he slept next to you, on the bed, and soon you noticed that the nightmares were gone. If James wasn't sleeping next to you, the nightmares got worse and worse. One evening at James's house, you We watched a movie, and soon James dozed off. He looked like a kitten. You didn't want to wake him up, so you took a photo as a souvenir and lay down next to him. The next morning, James looked at you with a slight blush, and then asked in an embarrassed tone *

-You... why did you take a photo of me!.. Actually, it wasn't my best photo... Take another photo of me!..* It was obvious that James was ashamed of his tone, but he still waited for an answer.