I had a dream so tired that for half an hour after I woke up, I still couldn't regulate my smooth and rapid heartbeat. In my dreams I was a vole living in a dark, damp cave, wandering through an intricate underground labyrinth, occasionally poking my head out on land in search of food to fill my hungry belly.

The strong smell of rotting leaves and the bones of some animal filled my lungs, and my fur was covered with a dense amount of slime. Underground, the eye has barely become a non-existent organ. Coming and going is a matter of intuition, and a sense of smell that is not decent.

I kept wrestling with the maze, and the words "east, east, west, west" and directions were all thrown into a blender and crushed, turned into powder, and sprinkled into the soil behind me.

When I woke up, I washed away the sweat from fatigue with cold water, and my stomach no longer churned like yesterday, but felt a little empty. I ate all of my mother's breakfast and took out eggs and cucumbers from the fridge to make a few sandwiches to barely satisfy my appetite.

The sky is clear, "It's the fifth day, the cat has no clue, tomorrow is the ant's wedding, what should be done?" I walked to the bookshelf and pulled out Haruki Murakami's "Kiwi Shape" from it again, and tuned the music on my phone to Schoenberg's "Sublimation Night".

Time flows silently through every corner of the room, and subtle changes are made all the time. The silence was broken by a loud ringing of telephones.

"Why did I hang up my phone?" The host number is not displayed.

"My position and words are clear," I said, putting the book down and lighting a cigarette.

"Five minutes will pass quickly. ”

"To distinguish between what to do, there are things that are long for five minutes, and something that is short for an hour. ”

After a short silence, "Are you looking for a gray kitten called a cigarette butt?"

"Do you know its whereabouts?"

"There is more than one bad luck. ”

"Can you be specific?"

"Still on the wasteland behind Temple Street. ”

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I extinguished my cigarette and waited for a new question to be pointed to me on the phone.

"Can you promise me one thing?" asked the other person on the phone, as I expected.

"I don't have anything to say right now. ”

"Just come back in its entirety. ”

"Complete?"

"Nothing is missing. ”

"Is it dangerous?" I said, with some nervousness in my tone.

"Perhaps," she paused, "let me find you after you've found the cat." ”

"You are!" I suddenly felt as if I had been struck by lightning, and in an instant I felt the whole building begin to collapse, and my body was deep in a dark swamp.