I woke up with a huge bandage on my head, and a horrible headache. When I tried to sit up the earth itself decided to turn upside down and drop me. Then it maniacally flipped back under me to catch me. It allowed me to land on the hardest surface possible, that could be called a bed. I bent over trying not to puke on whatever I was sleeping on.
Big burly arms helped me to roll over. Even with me sick I could tell that the hands were being as gentle as they could. The big muscular hands even rubbed my back after last years breakfast made a second reappearance. There was a very deep and burly voice that came with the hands. It was so soothing. It said, "Its alright little one. You are so small. Please! Try to make it through."
