Snoring competition

By mid-morning, the sun was filtering through the thin fabric of the tent, casting a warm golden glow, but the three figures were unbothered. They were still fast asleep like they were nocturnal animals. The twins were sprawled out on their makeshift beds and engaged in a symphony of competing snores. It was as though they were trying to outdo each other on who could be the loudest and the most obnoxious. Their peaceful, albeit noisy, slumber was a stark contrast to Xiang Yu's restless sleep. 

He lay curled up in a fetal position, tightly wound in his quilt as if it were a protective cocoon. From childhood, he had slept like this and he wasn't even aware of it. It stemmed from his insecurities as a child, insecurities that he hadn't acknowledged. Unlike him, the twins lay sprawled. If Dan Dan could see them she would call it unladylike.