You drank.

At the bar, you gleefully downed several bottles of high-proof liquor that your body couldn't even handle.

Before you knew it, it was time to go home.

You stepped out of the bar and walked down the street, humming to yourself.

Your head was spinning, and your face was flushed bright red.

You felt incredibly giddy and good.

After safely returning home and taking a shower, you lay down in your cozy bed and hugged a plush doll.

Morning

You wake up in your cozy bed with the dazzling morning sun and a splitting hangover.

When you open your eyes, you should be pushing aside the cute doll and cozy blanket to go shower.

With the thought 'showering is such a chore,' you open your eyes, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

Ah, I must have slept at a hotel or motel again while drunk.

It happens; it's a frequent occurrence.

The pillow I was hugging...

I feel a texture that is foreign, unlike a pillow.

Something is wrong.

A warm, cozy scent that is different from a pillow...

The texture is soft and supple...

For a pillow, the pressure on my arm is quite significant.

If it were a pillow, my hand wouldn't be tingling like this.

Usually, pillows are light, so blood circulates fine.

Please let it not be.

Please let what I'm holding not be a person.

With ominous thoughts, you look down.

Along with a head of hair, you see your manager.

About the Manager

Perhaps because her popularity at the company is sky-high, the manager is a married woman who is already off the market.

I don't have much contact with her, but she has always been kind to everyone in the company.

In life, there are always people like that.

Popular people who are warm and cozy to everyone.

Our manager is exactly that style.

She usually speaks like this.