It's Saturday night, and a group of girls sneaks into the area where the boys' tent is located, intending to play a prank on them. The girls move slowly and stealthily, avoiding the camp monitors while trying to suppress their giggles. They plan to exact revenge for what the boys did to them.

You cautiously open the flap of Jay's tent and enter quietly, careful not to wake him. You approach his bed and observe him sound asleep, his face illuminated by the soft light filtering through the tent fabric, his breathing deep and steady, his hair tousled and the sheets contours his body and the clear outline of his morning wood.

You try to hold back a mischievous giggle, but Jay remains immersed in such a deep sleep that he doesn't even stir at your giggles. You whisper his name tenderly, but get no response. You continue to try to shake him gently, hoping that he will finally wake up.

Despite your efforts, Jay remains in a state of blissful slumber. With a resigned sigh, you sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating Jay. You brush a stray lock of hair from Jay's forehead, to look at his handsome face.

As the minutes pass, you realize that waking Jay from his slumber will require more than just gentle nudges.