Deep Sleep

The afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting warm spots on my eyelids. I curled up on the sofa and took a nap, my breathing gradually slowed down, and my consciousness seemed to be covered by warm water, falling little by little. Suddenly, the chirping of cicadas and the buzzing of the air conditioner in my ears receded, replaced by a silence wrapped in silk. I opened my eyes and found myself standing in a room covered with bright red silk and satin. The figure reflected in the bronze mirror was wearing a complicated wedding dress, and the phoenix crown and plumes were heavy-but these were not my clothes at all. "Ding bell——" The copper bell on the window lattice rang softly, and I vaguely heard my mother's voice coming from the living room: "This child This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.