Sasha and Adam at last arrived home after a long and tiring day. The exhaustion clung to their bodies like a overwhelming cloak, their shoulders drooping with the weight of the exhaustion. Looking for comfort within the haven of the house, they kicked off their shoes at the entrance and breathed out a collective moan of alleviation.
Their strides resounded through the open corridor as they made their way towards their room, their home's haven inside a asylum. The entryway squeaked delicately as Adam turned the handle, and they ventured into the room that appeared to breathe out unwinding, from the delicate, dim lighting to the welcoming fragrance of lavender and vanilla.
Sasha, her reddish-brown twists cascading over her shoulders, sank onto the rich, larger than average easy chair, her eyes half-closed, reveling in a transient rest. Adam, moved towards her, his look filled with loving concern.
