More and more, I like to use my arms as a pillow, grass as a mat, and the sky as a blanket.
I would lie down and look directly at the sun until my eyes were sore and painful. I would occasionally think about something and try to unblock the blocked nerves. I would also lie down and fall asleep, sleeping for most of the day.
A ball flew sideways above my head, and I clearly felt the wind blowing by. I felt upset for a while, and continued to dream about me. A boy almost tripped over my lying body, "Hey, what's wrong with you?" It was a boy's tired voice, with a hint of hoarseness.
What an idiot, didn't you see that I was sleeping soundly? Stupid! I was too lazy to pay attention to him, and was immediately startled by my own thoughts. I often called me stupid and looked like an idiot, but I always felt a little happy.