I wake up, not in the beanbag chair I'm getting used to, and not from meditation. I guess I actually fell asleep. It was bound to happen eventually, meditation doesn't quite replace one hundred percent of your sleep needs.
It's warm here, and heavy. Oh, Karl is holding me, and his skin is warm against my back. I shift a bit, getting my head into a more comfortable position and notice that I am definitely not in my pajamas. I'm in a very sheer black silk nightie and Karl is in just his pajama bottoms.
How did we even end up in this position? Last thing I remember is getting undressed when we got to the room, then nothing. I feel great though. Better than great. Did I break through again? Yes, twice as a matter of fact. I made Condensation 10 in my sleep, take that puny Mortal cultivators.
