(Traytora POV)
I don't know how long it had been since I'd slept so peacefully, so quietly, so comfortably.
Opening my eyes, I found myself in my bedroom inside of the orphanage, tucked into bed, my sheets hugging me in a tight embrace yet softly encompassing entire body, from my neck all the way down to the tip of my tail.
It was so comfortable that I wanted to just stay in bed, but I knew I couldn't, I at least had to get up and check on Asty and Ash.
…
'I literally can't get out…'
My body refused to move, be it subconsciously or out of sheer exhaustion and just needing more rest. Either way, it refused to move to throw the covers off.
I could still move about of course, it's just that my body instinctually refused to get out from under the sheets.
No matter what I did, my body remained under the sheets.