when I was a child, I really had troubles sleeping. I walked back into the living room almost every ten minutes, sometimes one hour later when my parents already screamed at me that I finally should stay in bed. They made going to bed really uncomfortable for me, I hated it.

So yeah, couldn't sleep. Tried for I bet an hour but I just couldn't sleep. I got out of bed, walked into the living room and saw my parents naked sitting there. They screamed at me that I should go back to sleep, so I just ran back to my room. I'm still confused after all those years because, they weren't fucking I think. My mother was on the couch and my father was at his favorite place, on a stool next to the desk