Escape to Eighthday

Life is short, and everyone needs a secluded paradise where they can find peace. But whether it's a secret hideout from childhood or a room to oneself in adulthood, sooner or later it becomes tainted by the mundane world.

I love my little nest. I only hope that one day I can sleep there until I wake naturally, without anyone disturbing me. But places like that seem to exist only in fantasy.

Why is there a mouse in front of me? No, wait, have I turned into something too?

Is this the secluded paradise? I think I'm about to find him.