Waking up in the afternoon is the saddest time for me. At this moment, the sky has mostly turned gloomy when I was unconscious, but I can't extricate myself from the clear sky before, and I have to distract myself from recalling the unexplained dream I just had.
Then some words would appear in my mind as if they had taken on a new life, grow lushly, and then die forever.
Most of those words will be filtered through my memory like garbage, but I remember that at one moment I was deeply saddened by it. Such pursuit and powerlessness made me fall into slight madness and frustration.
At this time, I became even more sad.