Ashok lay sprawled across the bed like a lifeless corpse, his upper body sinking into the plush mattress while his legs dangled off the edge, suspended in the air.
His arms rested limply at his sides, his face buried in the pillow, utterly indifferent to his awkward position.
He was dead asleep—so exhausted that neither discomfort nor the state of his surroundings mattered.
The weight of both physical strain and mental fatigue had dragged him into a deep, undisturbed slumber.
Knock! Knock!
The soft rapping at the door barely registered in Ashok's unconscious mind.
The magically enchanted bedsheets cocooned him in warmth, their spell ensuring maximum comfort, while the temperature regulator maintained the perfect atmosphere—cool enough to soothe his weary muscles, yet warm enough to lull him deeper into sleep.
The outside world ceased to exist.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A faint twitch flickered across Ashok's eyelids, a subtle protest against the intrusion.
