Two things come to mind...
Me barefoot, sleeping in bed, and torturing the boy by brushing my feet against his leg. He would scream like a little girl and shout, "Popsicle foot, go put some socks on!". Or if my feet felt too rough he would scream "Ouch, geez-us! Firewalker feet!" I had a nickname for every foot condition. It was cute and clever.
....And...
Me barefoot, sleeping in bed, the windows are open, there's a nice cool breeze and I'm buried under my blankets. This is how I sleep every night despite the temperature. Whenever it gets too warm I stick my feet out from under the covers to cool off. This is my form of temperature control.
Me barefoot, sleeping in bed, and torturing the boy by brushing my feet against his leg. He would scream like a little girl and shout, "Popsicle foot, go put some socks on!". Or if my feet felt too rough he would scream "Ouch, geez-us! Firewalker feet!" I had a nickname for every foot condition. It was cute and clever.
....And...
Me barefoot, sleeping in bed, the windows are open, there's a nice cool breeze and I'm buried under my blankets. This is how I sleep every night despite the temperature. Whenever it gets too warm I stick my feet out from under the covers to cool off. This is my form of temperature control.
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