I Am a Spirit Dragon

At six o'clock in the morning, the rain in Harbin didn't stop. There is movement in the sewer. Falling from top to bottom, getting closer and closer. The water in the toilet rumbled, bubbled, and splashed onto my legs. I wanted to stand up, but my legs were numb. Something came out of the drain. Transparent, silvery white, without eyes. Covered in scales, it glows blue in the sky. There are bright lines inside the body, which are bright and dark. It bounced up and I didn't see it clearly. Then it hurt. The back of his head hit the water tank, and his ears buzzed. His hands gripped the toilet seat, and his knuckles turned white. It's drilling in. A sound came out of my throat, not shouting, but anger. On the ground. Put your face against the tiles, it's cool. The thing in my stomach was curled up and motionless. A small ball, plated. I woke up. The water in the toilet is clear and the floor is dry. I touched my belly and it was soft, just like usual. But it's there. Didn't leave. Curled up, inside, motionless.