The story originated from a dream I had. I woke up from the dream at four o'clock in the morning. After waking up, I still felt hairy all over my body. At night in mid-August, the room was still very cool even without the air conditioner. Half of the quilt fell to the floor, and the other half barely covered my belly. The fan on the third gear was fanning directly at the soles of my feet. There was a strange uneasiness slowly spreading in the air. I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt and began to think wildly.
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