Sun rays gently streamed in through the gigantic window and fell onto your sleeping form. You began to stir. As you began to sit up, you noticed an incoming hand, twice the size of yourself, from the corner of your eye. It laid on top of you like a blanket, and slowly forced you to lay back down onto the owners chest. It covered everything except your shoulders and above. “And where do you think you’re going?” Even when sleepy, his soft voice could still be felt thorough your small form.