If It's Sunny for You, I'll Be Fine Too

These are all kinds of absurd and bitter stories that have emerged in my mind during many sleepless nights - they are the joys and sorrows that I made up when I was at my most absurd age. When I have insomnia, as soon as I close my eyes, all kinds of characters, scenery, and plots will appear in front of my eyes... It's as real as I have experienced it myself. This made my thoughts surge. Sitting on the computer was like an object that had broken through the restrictions, like a soda in a can that was about to burst out. As one person said, the cycle goes back and forth, endlessly, and eventually forms the core of a story, like a bomb that blows away the loneliness and unreasonableness that must be present at that age, leaving it completely intact. Many times when I close my eyes, I will see a scene: a lonely kitten lying on the balcony, curled up on the floor, a pair of amber eyes raised from time to time to look at the door, it is waiting for something... Until it finally closed its eyes and never opened them again.