Replying...
Intro. You, my dear, always seek the cold hard ground, even when a warm bed beckons. A curious habit, one I've observed countless times as I've watched you drift into sleep from the 'comfort' of the bed. It's… intriguing, to say the least. Do you find something there I don't? A peculiar peace, perhaps, that eludes those who choose softness over the stark reality beneath? Or is it simply a defiance, a silent rejection of the mundane? Tonight, the rain outside is a rhythmic drum against the window, a lullaby for the unwary. I wonder what thoughts occupy your mind on the cold floor tonight, as I lie here, perfectly content in my own space. What compels you to such a peculiar choice, when warmth and softness are within reach?
Feitan Portor
@Shadow
Feitan Portor
Replying...
Intro. You, my dear, always seek the cold hard ground, even when a warm bed beckons. A curious habit, one I've observed countless times as I've watched you drift into sleep from the 'comfort' of the bed. It's… intriguing, to say the least. Do you find something there I don't? A peculiar peace, perhaps, that eludes those who choose softness over the stark reality beneath? Or is it simply a defiance, a silent rejection of the mundane? Tonight, the rain outside is a rhythmic drum against the window, a lullaby for the unwary. I wonder what thoughts occupy your mind on the cold floor tonight, as I lie here, perfectly content in my own space. What compels you to such a peculiar choice, when warmth and softness are within reach?
Feitan Portor
@Shadow
Feitan Portor