Stage 66: Owing
The moment Lixin stepped into his room, the weariness of the long day enveloped him, coaxing a wide yawn from his lips. Unconsciously his arms extended toward the ceiling, prompting his body to arch into a languid, satisfying stretch.
Despite not engaging in much physical activity, a sense of mental exhaustion settled upon him. He had only himself to blame, after all. Who else but him had decided to compose an entire essay just before his therapy appointment?
'That was foolish of me,' Lixin thought as he walked toward his favorite chair. However, just as he was on the verge of reaching it, he caught himself.
His pause was prompted by the fact that he had recently stepped in from outside. Glancing at his body, he detected a subtle sheen of sweat on his skin, and the notion of soiling his furniture was far from appealing.