Junhong wakes up wrapped in a thin white sheet, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. His eyelids droop and his limbs feel too heavy to move. In a state of half-awareness, he looks around the familiar room. Large balls of cotton hang from strings above his bed like his own little clouds. Pictures are taped over most of the walling, ranging from ones of the other patients to random scenery and items. On the stand next to his bed is an old alarm clock, a tag held on by a string dangling to the side, a note scrawled onto it that he can't quite recall at the moment. Aside from that, there's only two jars of buttons. They're both filled to the top and Junhong thinks he should ask the nurse for a new one. Instead, he closes his eyes and drifts back to sleep.