Dubian Che lay on the sofa, spacing out for nearly twenty minutes already.
When the clock hands pointed to two-thirty, he finally couldn't resist getting up.
"Thump, thump, thump!" He knocked on the bedroom door with a bit more force.
"Misses," said Dubian Che, "we see each other every day, so whatever clothes you wear doesn't matter."
"Come in," Jiutiao Meijie's voice called.
"Can I?" Dubian Che tested the waters, ensuring there was no argument erupting inside before cautiously opening the door.
On the 2 meter by 2.2 meter bed, a supersized dolphin plushie lay obediently.
Does it actually sleep with Kiyono Lin every day?
Dubian Che wondered whether he should assassinate the thing.
Glancing around and not finding the two of them, he assumed they were in a hidden walk-in closet.
Dubian Che picked up a book from beside the bed, "Complete Short Stories of Hemingway," and sat down in front of the floor-to-ceiling window bathed in afternoon sunlight.
