She was in a daze and paused while waving the pen on the paper. She made sure she heard correctly before she dared to stand up and open the door. It was astonishing that someone would knock on the door. If it weren't for work, she would almost live in isolation from the world.
She looked at the man sitting on the sofa in horror. The moment she opened the door, she refused. After all, no one wants to open their eyes and see someone who does not meet your aesthetics lying next to you. This is the same reason. Before he could speak, she touched her pocket and put all the change she had in his hand, closed the door, and the door remained silent for a few seconds, then knocked heavily. She opened the door angrily, but was hugged by the door. She struggled but did not push away, because he said, I finally found you. She had no time to care whether the tone was pity or not. Her heart would burst just listening to these few syllables.
Eventually someone came to find her.
Since waking up, this was the first time someone came to her and said they missed her.
She didn't dream anymore, but she remembered the dream and reality bit by bit.
She was in a trance, always feeling that she was dreaming, but she still had her eyes open in the clear sky, and those illusory and real memories rushed into her mind like a scourge. She couldn't fight it off, and she fell ill. She was unwilling to give up, and suddenly remembered, oh, the man in the white coat said that her body was weak and could not withstand the impact, and then she gave in.
Probably because she looked too weak, every time he took care of her, he always looked like he was about to say goodbye. At first, she enjoyed being nervous, but later she couldn't help but roll her eyes and turn away from him. She didn't feel bored, but she already remembered him.