Slowly the light streaming through your curtain caused your eyes to crack open, and a groan to escape your lips. You blinked a few times before squeezing your eyes shut again and rolling over. Unluckily for you, you were too close to the edge. Your body started slipping off the bed, and it was too late for you to stop it. You squealed and flailed in protest of gravity's decision, but plummeted face first into your plush rug anyway.
Instead of getting up, you stay face down in the rug, one leg still on the bed with the other laid flat on the ground. After a second you hear a soft thumping, which soon sounds like thunder, like drums, like steps. And then your door is thrown open, and a voice which you can only recognize as Mister Smith calls your name. You groan into the floor as a response, and he seems to laugh a bit as he comes over and helps you off the ground.
Despite the carpet being so plush, it still managed to scuff up your face a bit. The cheek you landed on was even bleeding,