The next morning, I wake up with two women lying beside me. Sophia, soft and warm, is curled up against my left side, her cheek pressed gently to my chest, her breath steady and peaceful as if she's dreaming of something sweet. Her hair, like a cascade of dark silk, tickles my skin with each small movement she makes. I can feel her heartbeat, slow and calm, in perfect harmony with mine.
But on the other hand, on my right, Mirayuki is in a position that could only be described as... unique. One of her legs is thrown haphazardly over my waist, while the other dangles precariously off the edge of the bed. Her arms are splayed in opposite directions—one draped across her own chest and the other hanging limp toward the floor. Her head, half-buried in a pillow, is angled awkwardly. And then there's the snoring. Cute, little snoring sounds escape her lips in rhythms.
