For Jonas, who struggled to enjoy a peaceful night's sleep on weekends, surrendering to the body's call in the afternoon and indulging in a tranquil "time warp" was an indispensable means of maintaining his energy for the day. Whenever the dark curtains blocked out the slightly harsh post-noon sunlight and evenly cast warm shadows across the room, heavy eyelids would always wrap weary, somewhat dry eyeballs into darkness, and then, the fatigued body and spirit would naturally fall into the embrace of the "Goddess of the Bed," enjoying a restful break amidst a lullaby.
It was another Saturday afternoon. Jonas nudged the bedroom door open with the weight of his body, leaned forward, and laboriously groped toward the bed. The fatigue from Celine's sisters' tag-team marathon last night had not yet fully worn off, and the morning ambush by Amau Sueko and Beigong Ling added "new injuries" to Jonas. Having finally successfully handled the company's weekend report, Jonas, whose body and soul were already "incapable of getting back up," was now even more urgently calling for his nap to let him "regain his vigor."
Skillfully stripping off his shirt and outer pants, routinely sending each piece of clothing flying in a graceful parabola to land on a coat hanger hook, Jonas collapsed heavily into the warm embrace of the "Goddess of the Bed" with only his undergarments left, beginning to enjoy today's exquisite sleep.
"Mnn, mm..."
A hazy, moistened sound, the dry heat and throbbing of his lower body, and the unusual scent of the "pillow" dragged Jonas reluctantly away from his precious rest, and he opened his eyes to observe his predicament:
Two proud peaks blocked the sunlight from Jonas's line of vision, the striving rays being trapped between the cleavage by watery, the light gleaming slightly along