Kyan was not going to let this best him.
He was done fighting.
There had to be a better way.
He took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his fists, then grabbed the mattress off the bed, wrangled a bungee cord-clips around it, and secured to the corners of the sleeping bag. When he finished fastening the bedding to the mattress, he laid it back on the frame and gazed at his handy work. Sure, it looked a little medieval, better suited for a psychiatric ward than a child’s