The man who never imagined that he could enjoy the marching ticking sound of each second through the hour was carrying his wife's pyjama towel-clad body in both arms. His bare feet were firmly on the floor, yet his soul was still floating in ecstasy. The ancient human desires that had just collided inside of him, gave him memories that would remain in all of his existence until he aged and his mental collapse, rendering him senile.
A heady scent of the nice soap they just used wafted to his nose as he laid the woman on the soft bed covered in lily flower patterns. Under the bedroom light, the little flowers would sometimes shine dimly as it was made with silk material, further accentuating their beauty. He straightened the comforter, and then made detailed observation of the gestures that seemed to provide a series of codes he could interpret at will.
