Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 If the world is ending, I’m at least going to make sure you get a good night’s sleep

Amused by his sheer enthusiasm in the middle of a locked-down mall, Joanna walked over and sat down on the edge of the mattress. She leaned back, letting her weight sink into the layers of memory foam and specialized coils. A rare sense of comfort washed over her, a stark contrast to the hard, unforgiving ground she had been sleeping on lately.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” Joanna said, her voice dropping a fraction as she looked over at him, shaking her head at his sheer confidence. Her usual stoic demeanor softened, just enough for a low, quiet laugh to escape “You really are a snob when it comes to comfort, aren’t you?”

“Hey, it’s not arrogance if it’s a fact,” Julian shot back. He shifted his weight, closing the distance between them slightly on the massive mattress. His grin dipped into something more intentional as his eyes locked onto hers in the dim flashlight beam. “And the mattress is only half the battle. If you really want to survive the apocalypse in style, you need to know about the sheets. You can’t just throw any cheap fabric on a masterpiece like this.”

Joanna’s gaze held his, refusing to look away first. She took a slow sip from her water bottle, the silence stretching tight between them for a heartbeat before she spoke. “Oh, enlightened one, please enlighten me.

“It’s all about the thread count for the fitted sheets,” Julian explained, his tone shifting from playful to low and earnest. He leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing against hers as if sharing a highly classified secret. “People think higher is always better, but if you go past eight hundred, they just twist multi-ply yarn together to trick you. It gets heavy and suffocating. The sweet spot is a single-ply, long-staple Egyptian cotton between four hundred and six hundred thread count. It’s crisp, it breathes… and it feels like silk.” He paused, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes tracing her expression. “Without sliding off the mattress.”

Joanna felt a sudden spike of warmth that had nothing to do with the heavy mall air. She shook her head, breaking the heavy eye contact with a soft chuckle that echoed in the dark store. “We are in a pitch-black mall, surrounded by a broken world, and you are giving me a lecture on the structural integrity of premium bedding.”

“Priorities, Joanna,” Julian said softly. He didn’t pull back, keeping his focus entirely on her face. “If the world is ending, I’m at least going to make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

The words hung in the air, thick and charged. Joanna’s heart gave a slight, traitorous thud against her ribs. Masking the sudden rush of tension with a sharp, wicked smirk, she abruptly got up from the plush layers of the display mattress and turned around to face him.

Before he could utter another syllable or react to her sudden movement, Joanna casually waved her right hand. Instantly, her subspace ability flashed to life. The massive, ultra-luxury king bed beneath Julian completely vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but an empty concrete floor.

Julian’s eyes widened in shock for a fraction of a second before gravity took over. He dropped like a stone, hitting the hard mall floor with a heavy, echoing thud.

“Ow! Dammit, Joanna!” Julian barked, rubbing his lower back as he began grumbling under his breath about bruised tailbones and uncalled-for violence.

Joanna just laughed, the sound cutting cleanly through the lingering romantic tension and bouncing off the empty walls of the Bed Mart. She walked right past him into the main showroom, entirely unbothered by his protests but entirely aware of the look he was giving her. With a series of sweeping gestures, she

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unleashed her ability on the rest of the store. One by one, row by row, the entire inventory of mattresses, bed frames, box springs, and display dressers vanished into her pocket dimension in a matter of seconds,

pping the massive room down to bare pillars.

“Come on, Hawthorne,” Joanna called back over her shoulder, her voice full of dry amusement as she headed toward the exit. “We can organize the thread count when we get back to base. Right now, we’re on a timer.”

Julian hobbled out of the empty Bed Mart, still muttering under his breath, but the smirk on his face betrayed his irritation as they arrived at the central food court. The rest of the team was already waiting. standing under the massive hexagonal skylight that now showed a blanket of pitch-black night.

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