In December, I have been dreaming a lot recently, and I have the same dream over and over again. I always feel that this dream should be a good story. I keep reminding myself in the dream that I must remember to write it down when I wake up. But when I was half awake, I was always reluctant to let go of that dream. For a moment, I returned to that street again, quietly looking at the zebra crossing and the corner. I kept looking but couldn't remember the reason.
I slept for two years, and today, two years later, I am twenty years old. Inexplicably missing for two years.
I grew four centimeters taller, lost 18 pounds, and gained a cap. Ha, the two years I lost are nothing. I have plenty of time.