[He yelps back because Jin Ling stumbling around is kind of making the bookshelf tremble a bit, and it's magnified somewhat alarmingly when he's sitting on top of it. He drops his book on the shelf (at least he's careful!! because there are people!! below him!!!! for some reason) and clutches his coffee cup and the bookshelf for dear life.

Dear coffee please deliver him from this strange morning, possible waking dream or sleep paralysis and let him just wake up either in his own bed or a place he recognizes???

... When he dares to open his eyes again, none of the above happens, but he also hasn't fallen off the bookshelf, so he'll take it. Peering down at Jin Ling.......]

I-- don't really know where to start? A lot happened this weekend, and then a lot happened this morning. But you can't see... what?

[He needs more context???]