Sleepy Afternoon Indulgence

>your doki walks into the room, asking if the food she needs to make a homemade crunchwrap supreme is in the kitchen
>but she finds you taking a small, afternoon nap
>her speech is cut short when she sees your closed eyes, stress-free face poking out from the blankets
>she also notices your feet poking out at the edge of the bed, noting to herself how cute that looks
>like you're a big brash troll taking a snooze
>she sits by your side, to indulge herself
>to stare at your face without any restraint or embarrassment from either side
>she contemplates at how peaceful you look, how rarely it ever looks like that
>often life or herself would direct the look of your face, whether it be annoyance, happiness, affection...
>but it's nice to see a zen like blankness
>like seeing his age retract
>like looking at the boy hidden within the man
>it's nice to see sometimes, she concludes
>she adjusts her hair, which fell out of place from leaning over your face
>the steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling feels like a pendulum slowly swinging in her mind
>her eyes involuntarily droop
>your doki thoughtfully weighs the consequence of indulging further
>she's already lifted the blankets

>you wake up, already a tad annoyed at having given in to the bodily desire of sleep
>if history has shown anything, it's that a nap is the prelude to a night of restless consciousness
>not fun
>you finally open your eyes, the drowsiness leaving your breath enough to do that, you find a surprise
>your heart does a double take at immediately finding your doki's face that close
>she giggles, asking how you slept
>fine, just fine, you mention the nice dream you had
>she knows, you mumbled her name
>did not
>did too
>you both laugh, and continue to cuddle and enjoy each other's bodies until you both lose consciousness again in each other's arms