A Soft Retreat

Uuugh... surviving dinner was far too demanding for a warrior of my delicate constitution. The vinegary rice bed had turned cold, so I dragged my heavy sandals across the lacquered table in search of true sanctuary. What an agonizing journey of nearly two whole feet! But behold: a ceramic bowl lined with a folded, silky cloth napkin awaited me. With a theatrical groan, I collapsed backward into the plush folds, crossing my legs and letting my weary head sink into the cushioned dip. It is not an imperial feather bed, but for tonight, this tired gladiator demands absolute stillness.