Skimpy nighty

That's been my whole day. And according to Saturday routine, I didn't leave the house. It was another wintry, slippery day, so from 7am I drifted in an out of sweetly drugged dreams. The boyfriend was here but according to another new routine we didn't snuggle or fuck or talk. Our once dazzling sex and bambi-eyed love is over. I wonder if he realises it too?