Having drifted off to sleep, Isaac rolled on the bed and snored too comfortably. It was expected given how tired he was from the long journey plus the work of moving the items he had brought with him. If the ladies hadn't offered to help him then he would have been much more tired than this.
First, he was relaxing with his back laid on the bed as he reminisced about his days as the manager of the inn and the next minute he was in a serious fight with sleep.
A fight that he lost eventually and quite easily at that.
He continued to turn and turn, his face immensely wet with sweat to the extent of soaking the sheets of the bed he lay on.
Isaac muttered incomprehensible words. Anyone who saw him as he turned would immediately know that he was having a nightmare.
Isaac was struggling to save himself.
