He lifted the thin quilt, slipped into the bed, the sheets were warm, lingering with body heat and a faint fragrance.
Minamoto Tamako moved inward, making room for him. The two lay side by side on the bed, so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Fushimi Roku was indeed feeling a bit sleepy. He always insisted on getting more than eight hours of sleep every day, but last night he had to stay up all night, and hadn't caught up on sleep during the day. Now as soon as he laid down, drowsiness swept over him.
But just before he fell asleep, he noticed something wasn't right with Minamoto Tamako beside him.
It seemed she was constantly wriggling, tossing and turning, very restless. Fushimi Roku wondered if she was too hot that she had prickly heat, or perhaps allergic to something, and slightly turned to ask, "What's wrong?"
"No…nothing, why ask all of a sudden…" Minamoto Tamako stammered.
