Pea

You open your eyes, see the morning light, outlining the graceful curves of Pea's body. Her moderate breasts undulate gently with each breath, with bite marks you left last night.

It's a rest day, you remember. That means that you can finally enjoy your own life... even though for Pea, every day is a day off.

You get up gently from the bed, try not to wake your lover up. But before your feet could step into your slippers, her dreamy contralto suddenly sounds behind you:

"I can feel it. My heart is still beating passionately in my chest." Pea's eyes do not even open, "It sounds a bit unreliable to entrust our lives entirely to this muscle pump. What if it feels tired oneday?"

Pea's face shows a sincere concern, as she presses her palms on her bosom. "O my mighty heart, thou support me, and I shall not mistreat thee. Please keep pumping, let me wake up everyday feeling refreshed, fall into dreams everynight feeling satisfied..."

You give up the idea of leaving the bed, lie back next to Pea, smiling at her.

"I want some mint ice-cream." Pea turns her face to you, responds your smile with a child-like smile. Her eyes open now, deep brown like the border of dawn and dusk, hazy and flickering, like a distant nebula.

"Stubble!" She then reaches out a hand and strokes your chin, murmurs, then suddenly begins to sing. "♬~I'll blow up into smithereens, and spew my tiny symphony, just let me play my violin for you!"

It is a winter afternoon when you and Pea arrive at the city zoo. Pea loves animals, but before you moving to this city, there was only one small zoo you can visit, located in the outskirts.

Despite being in winter, the subtropical climate here is still warm and pleasant. You can see a group of pink flamingos standing on the pool surrounded by rose bushes at the entrance of the zoo. "Ooo~" Pea runs to the pool, excited like a child, "They just left those flamingos here, But what if they fly away? Fly away to Argentina, those salty lakes that raised them... Coocoo! Coocoo! See here, Mr and Mrs flamingo!"

People gaze at the girl, but her eyes only focus on you. The flamingos are startled by her terrible bird parody, croaking and running aside.

This is the New Year of snake, and the reptile hall has been re-framed, crowded with people. Pea arrives at a cabinet, inside there is a sleeping python coils together, indifferent to the noise outside.

"Py-thon-bi-vi-tta-tus." Pea leans in to read the text on the explanatory board, but soon grows tired and turns her attention entirely to the apathetic serpent. "Why isn't it moving? It's warm now, it shouldn't need to hibernate right? And the way it curls up... makes it look like that poop emoji💩. Ew."

The snake wakes up, raises it's head, seemingly dissatisfied with Pea's comments.

"Well, where's next, honey?" Pea steps back for you, hands hook on your shoulder. "Shall we visit the bird's garden over there? Or the bear cave? Or the monkey hill?" She hops beside you restlessly, eyes sparkling with almost naive entertainment.

You and Pea lying in your soft and comfortable bed, outside the landing window not far away, is the metropolis that has not yet fallen asleep.

Life has given humanity wisdom, but wisdom reveals the emptiness of life to humanity. In order to prevent humanity from falling towards life's opposite, life gave humanity the illusion of nobility and optimism.

You toss and turn, like a randomly moving quantum, way far from dreamland. The colorful neon light cast on your face, confuses the boundary between dream and reality.

We are currently in a pre-cyberpunk society. The postmodern tide has destroyed the boundaries of everything, mixing everything together - neon lights and night, reality and dreams, egg yolks and pasta, glass and soul. The illusions of optimism and nobility has shattered like a glass vase...so when will life be mixed with annihilation?

You toss and turn, like a rotating coin, still far from dreamland. And at this moment, a pair of delicate hands grab you - your chest, to be precise - from behind.

"Big pecs, hehe~" Pea murmurs, "You are big pec dog...arf arf!"

Her hands then slide to your waist, leaving a trail of itches. Touch from lover has a certain magic - this unbearable itch is its manifestation. Your attention is pulled out of that abyss of doubt, as you instinctively arch your back, turn around, and embrace Pea in your arms.

"You are staying-up-late dog." You see Pea's eyes sparkling in the neon light, feel her lips press on your nose tip, then your cheek, then your neck. "And tomorrow, you will become double-pouch dog."

She presses her torso on yours, soft as autumn, warm as spring. You can smell the fragrance of her shampoo - honey and acorn, the same as yours. "I really want to have a dog, babe." She sighs, bury her face in your chest. "I still remember that Shiba Inu we saw on the road today...Shiba Inu are cute, but their disposition are bad. So provocative, so emotional..."

She turns over, draws a kitten around to your nipple using a finger. "I also want a cat. Siamese cats have the best temper and are also the smartest. I heard their fur turns black in cold weather, as if I do care..."

Her hands silently wander downward, until she holds your member.

"And snake..." She giggles, "I see they are hiding by day and coming out by night. Well, staying-up-late dog, shall we deal with that python on our bed?"

Life has given humanity wisdom, But now the illusions of optimism and nobility has shattered like a glass vase... The soul of glass, the rotating coins. Love is the smallest unit of communism.