Everywhere she looked was covered in something soft. Whether it be the woolen carpets, the silky blankets, or the massive husky sprawled out over the futon, every surface was covered with something enticing her to drop her load and finally collapse.

Bar the gray and white husky snoozing away on the futon, each blanket and carpet had been dyed gentle shades of pastel; a subtle disconnect from the bustling world of dullness and monotony that lay a single door away. A quilt bleached in sunset caught her eye, and she tumbled down into blissful darkness.