I suddenly woke up, sweating profusely, with big beads of sweat rolling down. I looked around and let out a long sigh of relief, whew, it was just a dream.
I grabbed a change of clothes and rubbed my face fiercely with it. The dream felt so real that I was still frightened thinking about it. What if my soul had really left my body and couldn't return? Wouldn't that have been the end of me?
As usual, Wang Duo had woken up early and was sitting on the edge of his bed, engrossed in his never-ending pile of books. I called him Wang Duo instead of Siao Kun because he had told me so; he was still Wang Duo to me. When he saw me get up, he put down his book, came over, and whispered in my ear, "What was up with you last night?"
Last night? Apart from having a nightmare, nothing else happened. What was he asking about?
"What happened last night?" I asked, puzzled.
