The morning sun came outside our windows and greeted our eyes. The cock-a-doodle-doo of the roosters blared in our ears, waking up our senses like alarm clocks.
I finally pushed myself off the bed and crashed to the ground. Thanks to my innate tenacity as a knight, the damage I felt turned minimal. But the creature that came afterwards dealt the final blow and pounded my already curved spine.
"Ouch, FENRIR! GET OFF MY BACK!" I shouted, but my warnings were all futile.
The wolf still slept on top of me like a log and continued pressing my back.
But that was not all. Another person rolled over and slammed against Fenrir and my back, adding more pressure from another sleeping girl. I could not carry the weight, which made my grip slip as I fell on the floor.
