When I pulled over to Catwoman's house, the streetlights had been swallowed up by the darkness. After saying goodbye to the bar, citing the selfish and hypocritical "the time is not right, what I needed to find has not been found", I drove around the city with a beer. "I can't go home yet," and I didn't know where else to go, so I drove to Catwoman's door for some reason.

I turned off the lights and let everything come together. Turning on the music in the car, John Pizzarelli is playing "I cried for you" with his unique magnetic voice. I reached for a bottle of Heineken from the shopping bag that had been placed in the passenger seat and pried it open with the key.

The sky was falling with snowflakes at the right time, I pressed the window, the smell of beer was frozen, the outdated jazz music, the residual tobacco in the carriage, and the starry lights on the upper floors in the distance formed an endless sweet winter dream.

Catwoman's house has not turned on a single light, and the chimney has lost its vitality during the day. I picked up my phone and dialed Catwoman's house. After more than ten seconds, the living room was brightly lit.

"Hey. Hello," Catwoman's sleepy voice was on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry to call you so late, did it disturb your dreams?" I said.

"It's been a while since the dream left me, but it doesn't matter, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, have you cleaned up your house since I left?"

"Of course, otherwise it will attract a lot of cockroaches even in winter. ”

"Well, have you seen anything different from your usual experience?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"I always feel like I've lost something, but I don't remember what I've missed. ”

"I'll help you find out tomorrow when the sun rises, it's not easy to find important things with the help of lights. ”

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't find it, since you can't remember it, it shouldn't be something important, or it's not necessarily left somewhere else. ”

"Don't worry, if you lose it here, you won't be thrown away by me," said a more firm tone on the other end of the phone.

"I believe it. ”

"So, how about you leave the phone and call you if I find it tomorrow?"

"Do you recognize the words?"

"From 1 to 0, there should be no problem. ”

"Is the ability to learn back?"

"It's blurry like looking through a glass covered with frozen window grilles. ”

"It's not bad, it's better than nothing," I sneezed, pressed the window, and turned on the air conditioner.

"Haven't you come home yet?"

"Let's go back. ”

"It seems to be snowing, so be safe on the slippery road. ”

"Got it, you should go and rest too, or wake up, and the blurred world will become clear. ”

The phone hung up, and I didn't leave immediately, perhaps out of fear that the car would suddenly start and be heard by Catwoman. When the third cigarette burned out, I walked around the alley and drove home. The road is unconsciously torn and stretched into the depths of the night, with no end in sight.

The snow stopped half an hour later, and I sat on the windowsill smoking a cigarette and looked at the streetscape, as if something had been forced into my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and vomited, but I couldn't vomit anything, but my body still couldn't help but twitch and vowed to squeeze the foreign body out.