Post-Apocalyptic Poem

When the alarm clock rings in the early morning, the sound of the dog barking always comes to mind at the same time. Lin always doesn't want to get out of bed, but a good life always starts with going to bed early and getting up early. The sound in the kitchen and the aroma filled every corner of the room, just like what was sung in that song, it was an ordinary but happy day. Get up, eat, and go to work, just like an ordinary office worker, reviewing documents and catching fish, having afternoon tea and chatting, and the day goes by like this. The planet rotated three-quarters of a circle, and Lin finally returned to bed as if he had returned to the starting point. Watching his girlfriend walk out of the bathroom, he glanced at her as usual. Well, no feet, as usual. Then he checked the cutie outside the door. The little cutie shouted excitedly towards Lin Zhong. A tentacle stretched out from the darkness behind the cutie and pinched a fly that flew in from nowhere. I nodded with satisfaction and lay quietly on the bed. I put my hand on my chest and couldn't feel a beat. Today is another happy day.