The Warm Country of Dreams

"Will the lump of life stuffed in the quilt sneak into another world as the dark night passes? Or," I thought, rubbing my feet that were not yet warm three or five times, "that person who gets up in the morning wearing tired clothes, actually forgets everything he has experienced? Or..." The warmth generated in the soles of the feet He climbed up his slippery legs, passed his hips, and slid to his collarbone, and attached his neck and quilt to his right shoulder, "Sleep, wow, I am not afraid to use my imagination every night." Quietly, the frequency of the waves in my brain dropped by ten Hertz, sharing the most beautiful spectrum in the world with the airflow from the tip of my nose - the lullaby of life. And at this moment just tens of seconds later, I promise, yes, you heard it right, "I have fallen asleep!" Standing in front of the entrance to that world, I am happily and solemnly making an invitation to you, dear friend: "Is it okay? I want to accompany you to go sightseeing in that world, and if you can take the opportunity to do it for me... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.