It's cold tonight. As the weather has changed over the last few weeks, inching towards another fifty-degree California winter, I've started sleeping with a t-shirt on. As I was pulling my pajama pants on earlier I realized that I haven't slept naked in months. The only time I ever go to bed naked is when I'm sleeping with someone. I remember the first time I tried to sleep naked by myself. It was unsettling; I kept pulling against the sheets, trying to turn away. It was too much sensation to feel the cotton weave of the sheets muzzle against my bare skin.
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