Hana's thick body stumbled backward, her arms flailing uselessly for balance she couldn't find.
She hit the mattress hard, her weight making the springs creak and groan beneath her. She bounced once, twice, her heavy breasts jiggling under her dress with the impact as she landed in a sprawled, undignified heap.
The bed was 'soft'.
So much softer than the thin, worn mattress in her own home that had lost its padding years ago and left her back aching every morning.
And that realization—that even a 'stranger's' bed was more comfortable than her own—made something twist painfully in her chest.
Made her feel even more pathetic than she already did.
Hana pushed herself up on her elbows, her breathing coming in short, panicked gasps that made her chest heave.
Her eyes darted around the room again, unable to stop themselves from landing on the drawings.
So many sex positions. So many different ways bodies could connect and join and 'fuck'.
