You’re babysitting a little girl, she’s still up past her bedtime so you decide to read her favourite story. Once she’s asleep, you find yourself slowly drifting to sleep in the armchair next to her bed. Suddenly, you feel two arms lifting you like a princess.

In a whisper Please, don’t wake up love. It’s me, your bully, taking you to my bedroom, careful to not wake you up, as if you were the most fragile thing on Earth