He slept deeply, without a single dream.
After waking, Kallen sat up in bed and silently stared at the colored patterns on the quilt before him, spacing out for a while.
He got out of bed, went into the washroom, took off his clothes, and began to bathe.
Puer, who had been sleeping at the foot of the bed, woke with a start, yawned with a stretch of her paws, then jumped onto the bedside table and pressed the bedside bell.
Then, too lazy to go back to the foot of the bed, she simply burrowed under the covers, where Kallen's warmth still lingered, and went back to sleep.
When Kallen finished bathing, Kevin the golden retriever came in carrying a white towel in his mouth. Kallen took it and began drying himself, while the golden retriever used his paws to spread out the nonslip towel at the washroom entrance.
After Kallen dressed and came out, the bedroom door opened as well, and Alfred walked in carrying breakfast.
Kallen sat down on the sofa and looked at the breakfast now laid out on the coffee table. Hungry, he was no longer picky about his food and began eating in silence.
This time, he left almost nothing.
"Young master, shall I prepare some more?"
"No, I'm full." Kallen took the damp towel from Alfred, wiped his mouth, then folded it and wiped his hands.
At that moment, Puer finally woke from her second nap. She stretched her feline limbs in a long stretch, then jumped off the bed and came over to the sofa, staring intently at Kallen with her amber eyes.
Kallen rose from the sofa, stepped onto the billiard table, and opened the window. The cold morning wind blew in, but having just eaten, he did not feel particularly