"Aoshi… my sweet, beloved Aoshi… wake up, sleepyhead, or you'll be late for university," Eliss whispers, her voice soft as she leans over him, gently shaking his shoulder.
"Y-Yeah… just five more minutes…" he mumbles, not even opening his eyes, rolling over in the futon and turning his back to her.
"If you won't wake up nicely…"
W-What is… this feeling? So soft… so warm… It's like I'm lying on a cloud.
His eyes snap open.
Wait… I don't own a cloud-futon! — No one does!
"E-Eliss… what the hell are you doing?!"
"I'm obviously waking you up! Isn't this how a loving wife wakes her dear husband?" Eliss replies, pressing her chest against his back.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to crawl into my futon every morning?! I spent a fortune on yours — so use it!"
And yet, there's hesitation in his voice.
If any of this were real — if Eliss truly loved me — it'd be every guy's dream.
