The woman, prone to overthinking, had to face the next day with dark circles under her eyes.
After rushing through her breakfast, Nia Mitchell lay on the couch, completely drained.
Maxwell Peary came over with a cup of coffee, sat down, and playfully patted Rabina Mitchell's small bottom.
"Don't lie down right after breakfast, or you'll feel uncomfortable."
Nia shifted a little, making more room for Maxwell.
"Haven't you heard this before? Don't stand when you can sit, and don't sit when you can lie down."
Maxwell cast her a displeased look and took a sip of his coffee. How can she, who slept all night, have less energy than me, who pulled an all-nighter?
"Nonsense."
Seeing her lying there so limply, he also felt a wave of drowsiness.
He put down his coffee, reached out, scooped her into his arms, and carried her off.
"Sleep with me for a while."
"Ah! Put me down!"
Nia exclaimed, frantically kicking her small feet. Her fluffy slippers flew off in an instant.
