Night time in the Gold Dorm was a new experience for Lancet.
He lay back on his new bed, and for a moment he simply let himself sink into it. The mattress was wonderful, giving in soft and welcoming, making his bones feel like they were resting on clouds.
Lancet wondered how he had ever managed to sleep on the piece of rock that was his former bed. There was room to roll onto his side without his shoulder brushing against a rough wall. Room to breathe.
It felt absurdly good.
The sheets were clean and smooth. The pillow held its shape properly instead of flattening out like a tired rag. The blanket… gosh… the blanket felt like angel wings wrapped around him.
The room itself only made the experience better.
The air conditioning hummed softly above, and the heater kicked in to balance the chill, creating a perfect kind of atmosphere. It seemed that Awakener Supreme had decided that students of higher rank deserved the luxury of not being miserable while they slept.
