every time she thinks about relaxing moments, she would imagine driving alone on an interstate highway heading to countryside, on constant speed, surrounded by dusts and winds, silence with a trace of guitar sounds from country music on the radio. she would imagine taking a nap in an air-conditioned room with floods of summer sunshine at noon, with no worries about obligations and regulations, and wake up with a glass of cold orange juice to devour. she would imagine reading a good book in a cozy sofa in the corner of the room with blankets and sufficient lights by the fireplace on a snowy night. every time she thinks about relaxing moments, mostly, she would imagine falling asleep in the warmth of his hug on her hard day's nights, with his soothing little pat on her hair singing like a lullaby.