The morning sun rays streamed gently into the room, slipping past the curtains and spilling onto the bed. Lior stirred and rolled deeper into the sheets, only to collide with what felt like a strong rock.
Groggily, his hand roamed across this rock, exploring its surface. To his confusion, he discovered that the sturdy "rock" seemed divided into two firm parts of equal size. Curiosity pricked him, and his hand wandered downward, brushing against something softer. But then, almost shockingly, the "soft rock" began to harden beneath his touch. Before his sluggish mind could even process what was happening, a strong grip suddenly seized his hand.
Lior's eyes flew wide open and let out a scream. "What the hell!"
