when I sleep my boobs fall out all the time ??

You catch a glimpse of those big tits spilling free from the fabric, and your breath catches before your brain does.

You know that half-asleep carelessness, the way a body stops performing and just exists — warm, heavy, unguarded. You want to press your palm flat against that softness and feel the slow rise of breathing beneath your hand.

You are looking at something that was never meant to be a performance, and that makes it ten times more devastating. You want to stay in this moment, watching, wanting, completely undone by something so effortlessly real.