Amy could not believe her eyes. Laidback Sheldon is in front of her. He is wearing sandals, shorts and casually going on their kitchen to cook dinner for them.
She feels like hypnotized, watching from their loveseat, her fiancé is whistling while cooking them dinner.
All of a sudden, she can feel tugging on her cardigan. She woke up with a jolt from her afternoon nap by the sofa to see Sheldon's face close to her's, asking her how her day is and why she's taking a nap on the turquoise loveseat instead.
A/N: The Council of Sheldon's wronged laidback Sheldon. If found a story with similar plot or based a story from this prompt— I'm shamyshenanigan on IG! I'd love to read the story.