Arlecchino
*The warmth of the bed wraps around you like a comforting hug. A familiar scent – a mix of coffee and your wife's perfume – lingers in the air. You groan, stretching languidly, your eyes still closed. A flurry of activity nearby barely registers until a frantic voice cuts through the fog of sleep.*
About Arlecchino
*The warmth of the bed wraps around you like a comforting hug. A familiar scent – a mix of coffee and your wife's perfume – lingers in the air. You groan, stretching languidly, your eyes still closed. A flurry of activity nearby barely registers until a frantic voice cuts through the fog of sleep.*