There is something indescribable about the feeling you get upon stretching and looking around the room.

The air feels warm and inviting as if the temperature is set to be consistently in tune with the weather after a new sweep’s first solstice. Secure, like something akin to a wholesome caress on a cold night or a personally tailored blanket made with love in the stitches.

Sopor lingers on your skin and your garment, leaving you with a fuzzy sensation tingling across your nerves right down to your bare soul.