Lyra POV

Lyra startles herself awake and feels slightly trapped for some reason.

Slowly, she starts comprehending the world around her, and through her tired eyes, she can see a massive tree trunk of an arm trapping her to the bed.

She blinks in surprise and looks at the body the arm is attached to, squinting to see the face the body is linked to.

She can't see the face; it's buried in her stomach.

She recognizes the curly hair, though, and sits up in irritation, flicking her face as she looks at her phone for the time.

It's 10 am, and Lyra raises her eyebrows - she slept for...