One of those mundane beautiful moments:

I'm at my second home, walking to brush my teeth with the toothbrush that I keep in the upstairs bathroom for my frequent visits. Hearing the tell-tale noises of two people having sex in the adjacent bedroom, my friend and I try to stifle our amusement, but as things escalate, we start to laugh, toothbrushes hanging out of our mouths. Loud laughs, the yelling kind where you hold your stomach. Soon we hear loud laughter coming from the bedroom as well. There we all were: two girls laughing in the bathroom because two people were having sex, and two people having sex laughing because they had been found out.