The pair of red high-heeled shoes were facing the head of my bed. I was wearing a red underwear, my clothes were messy, and I was wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep tightly against the edge of the bed...
The child's sharp voice vaguely passed through his ears: "You can't wear red shoes at night, you can't aim them at the head of the bed, and you can't sleep alone on the edge of the bed at night... Otherwise, the evil spirit will definitely be summoned... It will eat bit by bit... And kill you..."
But I can't open my eyes anymore, I'm so sleepy... So sleepy...
The night gradually recedes.
The room was unusually quiet, with only a hint of cool morning light leaking in through the screen window. I put my disheveled hair together and hummed a light tune, enjoying this early morning. I brought the showerhead and watered the spider plants by the window with my bare feet. Because I go out to collect wind all year round, I have very few plants at home. But I like Chlorophytum very much, maybe because its vitality is quite tenacious. I asked the aunt upstairs to help me drain some water when she was watering the flowers, so that it could just be sprinkled on the spider plants outside my window, so that I would not die of thirst.