“Time passed quietly, and the farther she got into the chapter, the more perturbed she became, imagining the titular character. …. Could frogs even grow hair so illustrious? Suddenly, the bandit before her wasn’t a frog at all but a blue-eyed, broad-chested stranger — A loud clang and a soft thud sent her eyes flying open.”

This passage so wonderfully described the feeling of reading while slowly falling asleep. Things start to get morphed with the story and it’s disorienting but you still feel like you are with the story.

I love it. Well done.