Sis & I share the master bedroom: she on a king sized bed and I on a futon. It only works cos we actually slept in the same bed sometimes (depending on where we were or who was visiting) as kids.
God-daughter bursts in as I’m alone, after shower, bent over and applying lotion to my calves.
‘OMG IM SO SORRY!’
‘I’m NEKKID…’ –singsong
‘I just need to get this paperwork–‘
‘I’m still buck NEKKID…’ -singsong
‘I’m SO SORRY! I’m not looking, I swear.’
She ran out.
I *so* don’t care. My tubby, pasty middle aged self was far scarier to her than her seeing me.