He opened his eyes suddenly, his face was pale, and he clutched the quilt on his chest with one hand and kept breathing. With the other hand, he twisted the sheets under him until he lost his strength. After the numbness all over his body gradually faded, he let go with a slight trembling. He covered his closed eyes with the back of his hand, and his expression slowly changed from the initial panic to indifference. After a moment, he put down his hand and stood up. A dream. How can you long for light? People who are stuck in a swamp and cannot save themselves cannot have hope.
A psychology professor who was imprisoned in a mental hospital and a college student majoring in art who loves reasoning
Intention: Thought is always a struggle