Chapter 47: Morning Luxury
On an Early Autumn morning, Zarian woke up in luxury. He woke up in bliss. He woke up wanting to cry with joy.
For the first time in a long time, Zarian woke up in an actual bed.
It was a big and comfy bed, too!
It was so soft and splendid, Zarian wanted to focus on enjoying his bed and put aside how his dream ended. He would analyze it later. He had a lot on his plate, like enjoying high quality clean sheets, fluffy pillows, a comforter, and a painted ceiling over his head.
Eyes fluttering open, vision clearing, Zarian smiled up at the illustration on the ceiling. Someone had painted it with an artistic eye and creative hand depicting the starry, planet-heavy cosmos of Infinita.
Eyes fluttering a little more, Zarian stretched his limbs, wriggled his fingers and toes, and slowly sat up.
Para unraveled from around his neck and shoulders in her smallest form, which made her look like a crossbreed between a cloak and a scarf. She was perpetually rooted to his upper back unless he deactivated the spell, and Zarian saw no point in doing that.
After all, Para protected him while he slept. The Parasite Cloak took very little aura to keep active, especially when she was passive.
“I can’t believe it,” Zarian said, glancing around. “Four walls, a roof, and a bed. What more can a man ask for?”