C249 Somnolence

The small katsuka come to ask me what luncheon lunch I eat, think but do not feel the least bit hungry, then tell her not to prepare.

The hibiscus prepared some small pastries and placed them at the corner of my desk. From time to time, I would place a piece on the corner of my lips and eat it. Half of the day had actually been written down. She rubbed my sore back and hands. "Empress