The Prisoner
She leaned over so he would see his reflection in the mirrored sunglasses, and then slapped him across the face. While he tried to wake up she sat down hard on his chest and pinned his arms to the bed with her knees. Another slap and she began barking orders in a loud, clear voice into his sleep addled brain. "Convict 84, why the hell are you still in bed?! The 0-800 bell sounded ten minutes ago, and your lazy ass is still in an unmade bunk!"The bed jostled as she stood up on it and dragged...