Since then, both of them are already tied to sleep together. It is almost inclined to say that the goal of sexual intercourse for them was not ecstasy, but the drowsiness that follows it. It, especially, could not sleep without it. If she coincided and remained alone in her small apartment {which is only just a trick} she was unable to clinch eyelids all night. As for his arms, she was always ashamed, whatever the degree of her disturbance. For her, he was telling her with a faint voice stories that he created, or funny words and words that would restore her with a monotonous tone. In their imagination, these words turned into confused visions taking their hand into the first dream. He had a supernatural influence on her seduction and was asleep in the minute he decided to choose.
by ميلان كونديرا
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The relationship between the two characters has evolved into one where they rely on each other for sleep, making their intimacy less about pleasure and more about comfort. For her, the act of being with him is crucial; otherwise, she struggles to find rest alone in her small apartment. This connection, however, creates a sense of shame regarding her dependency on him for feelings of security and calmness at night.

He plays a significant role in her ability to drift off, using soothing stories and gentle words to soothe her. His presence is like a guiding force, leading her into a peaceful state as they transition into sleep together. Their bond takes on a unique dynamic, where his influence over her is almost magical, allowing her to feel at ease enough to surrender to sleep whenever he chooses to rest.

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