Twitch-! Twitch-!
Samiel's eyelids fluttered, gradually revealing his drowsy gaze. As he slowly regained consciousness, he realized he was lying down instead of sitting up, engulfed in a comforting embrace of softness.
'Hmm... It's so comfortable...'
'Hmm..?' He opened and closed his eyes a few times. 'Why can't I move my arms?'
Confusion washed over him, and he turned his head to the right, only to quickly retract it back to its original position.
"No way," he muttered inwardly, his eyes widening in disbelief. "This can't be real, can it?"
His gaze shifted to the left, repeating the process of shock and disbelief.
Questions flooded his mind, demanding answers for the bewildering situation he found himself in.
"What happened while I was 'asleep'?"
"How did they end up in my room?"
"Why on earth am I sleeping between them?"
