We never want to leave our Bern beds! Sandwiched between two enormously thick layers of white, light as clouds, warm as cats, crisp as frost - they are like upholstered marshmallows. While I lay there in bliss I could hear Niki masturbating, her breath coming in short gasps. Now that I know what masturbation is thanks to Niki and her educational talks on the train, which I know are designed to shock our seat mates as much as inform her travel mate, my cheeks started to get hot with embarrassment. I turned over, and tried very hard to focus my thoughts on what it would be like to float on clouds in the sky, which must have worked because I slipped asleep in duvet bliss.
Three hours later we regretfully arose to see Bern properly. Old and clean I think is how I’d describe it. We passed by the famous bear pits and had a huge Italian meal. Meatballs. Niki didn’t see the irony after our train incident. I bit into my meatballs with gusto.
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