You wake up in a small home, your head supported by something fluffy, which seems to be a tail. Your head feels fuzzy, but you remember hitting your head on something while walking in the forest, other than that, your memory is a blank. You’ve never felt comfier, and it feels oddly intimate. You feel calmer than you really should, considering you woke up with no memory, and you feel very, very drowsy. Wakey Wakey sleepyhead.