I go to bed very late every night, not because of insomnia, but because I subconsciously feel that if I close my eyes and fall asleep, the day will really pass.
So I forced myself to sleep, opened my eyes wide, and told myself a story in my head. Tell yourself never to sleep. If you sleep, Dehua will be gone and "today" will be gone.
Until the breathing that became rapid due to resisting sleepiness gradually calmed down.
Slow. Calm. Call. Suck. Call. Suck.
During the whole process of fighting against sleepiness, it was like a movie was playing in my mind. What was constantly changing, flashing by, and seeing was all in the past.
It passed high and low like breathing.
I even feel that those fragments are very close to me. Within reach.
Every breath holds a different temperature, entwining every different face, and there are many, many unknown or well-known stories.
Hey, shouldn't this sentence be used at this time?
Long time no see, I miss you very much.
Breathing gradually calmed down.
Night. Many of you, many of the past.