This night, Yu Sheng slept in a heavy daze.
Perhaps there had been too many things happening recently, draining him of his energy. He fell asleep quickly enough, but once asleep, he began to have a whole mess of bizarre dreams—sometimes he dreamt of the museum, sometimes of his hometown as he remembered it, and sometimes of the Black Forest. He felt like he had woken up a few times in between, even hearing Erin talking in her sleep, but those awakenings seemed to be just another strange dream.
This uneasy sleep continued until the latter half of the night when he suddenly felt a wave of relaxation. All the chaotic and indistinguishable dreamscapes seemed to suddenly tame down, and he slept calmly and comfortably in a light dream until the next morning.
And then he opened his eyes to see two Erins, one on each side, weighing down on his arms until they were numb.
It took Yu Sheng quite a while to finally pull his arms free, the tingling soreness immediately made him grimace.
