Unlike Cantona's life in hell, Simmons was enjoying himself a lot more; after all, he'd always been the type to go with the flow.
The soft, comfortable mattress had him firmly sealed in place. He stretched hard, bones tingling with a numb, pleasant ache. This was already his third attempt to resist the siren call of this mattress. If he'd known, he wouldn't have let Dragon Mother specially ship it back from outside. More than half of his Knightly discipline had been worn away by this mattress—he no longer got up early to train on his own, instead sleeping until he woke naturally and then lazing until he naturally got out of bed.
That said, to be fair, this mattress really was unbeatable at dissolving fatigue, especially kind to his waist—so kind that he didn't even want to get out of bed.
