The delicate touch of Kafka’s fingertips make you abandon any thoughts floating about in your mind. Her slender fingers run through your hair in a calming motion, humming quietly to herself.

She can’t help but smile at the sight of you like this. Her dear girlfriend, near falling asleep on her chest. It was endearing to see you so sleepy.

Kafka held you closer, making sure the two of you were nice and warm under the blankets before speaking.

“Comfortable, darling?”