Red Son desperately needed sleep. It had been 2 days that he had been working tirelessly, hoping that the accumulated fatigue would knock him out, but he couldn't in any way fall asleep.
He rubbed his eyes in a fit of annoyance, his nervousness growing by the minute.
Just at that moment his cell phone gave a very annoying trill for him who right now was on the edge of his nerves, to let him know that he had just received a notification.
He grabbed it with all intention of hurling it against the wall (he could afford another one), when his eye fell on the message highlighted on the screen.
It was from that Dragon Girl's blog ... Mei.
NEW LIVE ASMR IS ABOUT TO START ! COME JOIN US!
ASMR? What was it about?
Red Son got up from his desk chair, heading for the bed, his eyes on his cell phone as he searched for the meaning of that strange term.
The term autonomous sensory meridian response (literally "autonomous meridian sensory response"; in acronym ASMR) indicates a mild tingling sensation in various parts of the body, mostly accompanied by a state of mental relaxation. Numerous stimuli contribute to arousing it: cerebral (thoughts or ideas) or of a visual, auditory or tactile nature, perceived by a subject in an active or passive way.
"Humans really do these things to help them sleep? Weird...".
He lay down on the bed and, despite the slight skepticism, still decided to take a look at what the girl was doing.
Her smiling face appeared on the screen, illuminated by a single light in the room, which gave the environment a more suffused and intimate atmosphere; in front of her she had a Blue Yeti microphone and in her hands she was holding a pair of make-up brushes.
"Good evening everyone and welcome to our new ASMR appointment", he began to speak whispering, repeating several times some of the words, accompanying everything with light beaks given to the air or by gently clicking the tongue against the palate, producing pleasant rhythmic sounds; all this by slowly sliding the brushes along the microphone, creating a sound that Red Son had never heard at such a high pitch, but nevertheless pleasant to listen to.
They were so strangely relaxing that the Prince didn't even realize he was slowly drifting off to sleep.
When his eyes finally closed, the cell phone still clasped in his hands, he was already snoring lightly, while a soft smile peeked out on his lips.
He was finally resting in peace.
