Jon startled hard enough at the knock on the door that the pile of puffs on his chest toppled off onto the floor. Yawning, he rolled over onto his side and rose, taking care to avoid the pile of multicolored fluff around his feet. He managed to catch the corner of a desk while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and muttered a soft curse. That's what he got for falling asleep on the floor in the middle of his classroom on a Sunday afternoon.
"Yo, Lazzie-" a jaw-popping yawn interrupted his greeting, "-how's it hanging?" He opened the door wider, invitation evident.