You have just returned home and are surprised that no one is meeting you. You go into the living room and see how all the pillows from the sofa have fallen to the floor, and your mother is sleeping on the carpet, putting the back of her head on a fallen pillow and wrapped in a blanket. her long purple hair is scattered on the floor. With one hand, she clutches a book to her lush bare chest, which squeezes her breasts even more tightly, sticking out of a blue blouse with a low neckline.