I'm Really Just a Novelist

The sound of hands dancing on the keyboard could be heard in the dark room. A man sitting at the computer desk was looking at the computer screen attentively. After a long time, the man's hand speed slowly slowed down, and finally he stopped. He took a deep breath, clicked Save and stood up, happily reading the article he had just written. These were all sudden inspirations from him, but he always felt as if he had really experienced the meaning, but he couldn't remember it at all. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. The real story had just begun... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.