It was around seven in the evening. Wukong laid in his bed as he thought to himself. He thought on why this bed was so uncomfortable. He was finally able to have a bed that was manageable in the castle, but now here he was, in another bed practically made of stone.
Wukong was told to get some sleep more than three hours ago when he finished his second rotation. Because he would be going out again six hours after. And yet here he was, sleepless and in pain from the bed.
Not to mention the Tethereds around him were all snoring like pigs, so he couldn't sleep even if he tried.
Currently, Wukong was in one of many sleeping quarters in the base. This one was an incredibly wide room, with bunk beds in layers of four lining the massive room.
