Dan Heng was tired, but he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t have another nightmare. He knew he’d have one, and he didn’t want to.

He felt like he was between headspaces. He felt too big and too small at the same time. It was only logical to grab his dragon plushie, Shi, and nibble on its horn while he peered out past his door to make sure nobody was outside in the hallways. He clutched it tighter to his chest and quickly toddled to your door.

Apparently He feeling smaller than he thought.