It was a hot night and two inseparably close bodies went from the sofa to the bed, from the toilet to the kitchen.
Lin Jiang clenched his teeth firmly, enduring the desperate and repeated crushing of the other person.
He woke up on his bed startled and sat up suddenly, causing the bunk bed to rock violently.
From below came the voice of a rugged man, "What are you doing, bro? I'm drinking soy milk and it spilt all over me!"
It was his roommate, Hao Meng.
Lin Jiang's head drooped and he said in a dry voice, "I'm sorry."
Sweat slid down his forehead. A transparent plastic bag of bread was thrown onto the table with a thud, the sound especially loud in the quiet morning. "It can't be. You're having nightmares again?"
Hao Meng took two pieces of tissue paper and wiped at his soiled shirt vigorously, then sighed. He'll have to wash another shirt.
