163 163 The Secretary's Weekend

Letting out a loud and unreserved yawn, a woman in her blush pink nightgown slowly sat up on her bed. One string of her nightgown fell of her milky white shoulder ever so smoothly. The sight of it would make a man stare wide eyed and mouth hang open. However, there was a small problem with this. It would have been good if one will look at the lower part, but the upper was...well, not that good. 

The woman's face, which can barely be passed as a woman because of her slightly chubby cheeks, was...a mess. Her hair was sticking all over the place. Her eyes, even though half closed, were puffy and there was a drool that licked out from her mouth. 

While is a dazed state for a good moment with her mind completely over the clouds, she blinked a few times and wiped the drool off her face using the back of her hand.