But the sunlight was wrong. It fell on your face from a different angle than your bedroom window. And the bed beneath you—it was too soft, too small.

You tried to stretch. Your arms didn't respond. Instead, something else moved. Something at the end of you.

Panic flickered. You opened your eyes.

Huge shapes. Giant furniture. A gigantic hand lowering toward you.

No. Not a hand.

A paw.