The morning sun was so dazzling that it always made me realize that I was going to be late for class again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info head is a little dizzy, I don't want to open my eyes, I reached out to take out my phone, but I touched a soft and hot unknown object next to me, I pinched, I thought, probably the neighbor's kitten slipped in again, but then I thought about it, I live in the school, how can there be any neighbor's kitten?

"Awake?"

Well? Is it a man's voice? That's a nice sound.

Then I fell asleep, rolled over and sat up, staring at the shirtless man half-lying beside me with wide eyes, and my memory instantly returned.

I think I personally participated in a bloody drama of drinking and promiscuous sex with strangers at a friend's birthday party!

At this time, I realized that my whole body was sore, as if it was about to fall apart, which was more painful than my usual 10-kilometer run, and I fell headlong on the soft pillow, speechless and choked.

I had to accept the fact that the first time I had treasured for 21 years was gone!

Startled? Wrath? Hugging your head and crying? I didn't know how to react for a moment. I know that this kind of thing is just two people who are looking at each other to have a good time under the cover of wine, I don't plan to play the little white flower who cries, I'm just a little curious, I would actually "look at each other" with a man? I don't quite remember the process.

I heard myself say in a voice that was even more indifferent than usual, "Please help me pick up my clothes."

After a moment, I heard the sound of rustling and rubbing clothes, and then the clothes were handed to me. When I got dressed, I saw that the man was neatly dressed, his hair was meticulously groomed, and he was in front of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Even though the sun gilded him with gold, I still felt that he was isolated and cold, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I suddenly understood why I had a crush on this man.

"Last night's ......"

"I'll take care of it."

"No, it's not necessary."

"Money?" He asked.

I was suddenly a little disappointed, thinking that he was superficial, and that there really was no perfect person in the world.

"You're really not human." Otherwise, you won't be incomprehensible.

He frowned, and his overly good-looking face made a surprised expression that was still pleasing to the eye. I didn't want to bother with it, so I leaned against the wall and went into the bathroom.

When I came out, the room was empty, and there was a business card pressed under the ashtray full of cigarette butts on the table, and I scoffed, but I put the business card in my bag and left the hotel. Later, I got a new bag and lost my business card.

I thought this bloody drama was over, but I didn't think it was just the beginning.

I started dreaming all night long, and no matter what the content of the dream was, there was always a man's back at the end. Don't say anything about thinking about it day and night, because all dreams are nightmares.

I started to wander in class, and eventually I simply fell asleep on my desk. When I woke up, I found that the teacher on the podium had changed a few times.

A friend suggested that I go to the hospital, and I thought to myself: as a medical student who gets a first-class scholarship every year, this little problem actually needs to go to the hospital, and the winner of this first-class scholarship should really be replaced.

Eventually, I went to the hospital because I was getting more and more lethargic and I wondered if I was pregnant. When I arrived at the hospital, from the beginning to the end, there was nothing abnormal, and the doctor couldn't say why, but said with a smile: "Congratulations, you are healthier than your peers."

I don't think so.

That night, I had another dream.

In my dream, I returned to the hotel, still in the same bed, also awakened by the harsh sunlight. It's just that I'm awake in bed, because that's how dreams start every night. Oddly enough, I knew I was dreaming, and I could even control what I said and did.

I felt a little tedious, unlike before when I got dressed and ran, just lying on the bed with my eyes closed and motionless, waiting for the plot to develop.

Here it comes.

The sound of the wind began to whistle in my ears, which was terrifying, like a ghost crying wolf. I could feel the stinging pain of the wind on my cheeks, and the voice kept repeating in my ear, "Come, come, come-".

I didn't move.

Later, the voice intensified, as if it could demagogue people's hearts and arouse the strongest desires in people's hearts. But I knew I couldn't go, and if I went, something even more frightening would happen.

I clung to the edge of the bed, not daring to open my eyes, and I heard my breathing become heavy, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably, until countless hands hit my hair, cheeks, hands, feet, every part of my body, and I couldn't avoid it. The cold touch made me shiver everywhere I went, and I began to panic and regret that I hadn't made it out in the first place.

They tugged at me frantically, and I was forced to follow them, and in a panic I felt a knife on the table, and I stabbed the knife hard at my wrist, and the blood spurted out, and I sat on my knees in pain, the cold touch disappeared, and I could finally see my situation.

In the darkness, I saw mountains of corpses piled up around me, with severed heads, severed hands, and severed feet, some cut in half, like purgatory. I was surrounded in the center, the smell of rancidity coming to my face, I shivered like chaff and vomited violently.

The unknown is scary.

I don't know what's going to happen next, because it's never been like this before. I didn't dare to move, for fear that the corpses would suddenly pounce on me.

But something even crazier happened.

A headless corpse stumbled to its feet, stepped on top of its companion, and staggered toward me. I saw black gas coming from its neck, and its drooping hands swayed, dragging long blood streaks on the ground with each step.

It doesn't have a mouth, but I hear it say, "You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't escape—" and I felt like I really couldn't escape.

I stepped back, grabbed what I had and threw it at it.

What I grabbed was a bloody human head, and the slippery touch made me cold from head to toe.

The headless corpse fell in response, but it didn't make me relax, because one after another corpses began to wriggle, dense and endless. It's like maggots wriggling and crawling. My scalp was tingling, and I knew I couldn't go back.

It's curiosity that kills cats. I shouldn't have stayed in this room because of my doubts and curiosity, for though I was dreaming, I was tormented by the real touch, the real rancid stench, the real pain and panic.

I curled up on the ground, waiting for countless corpses to devour me and put me to death. Fear to the extreme, but calm, since you can't escape, then enjoy, enjoy the pain of being eaten, being bitten off and tearing out a piece of meat, what kind of experience is it, will it hurt to the bones, hurt to the soul?

Will my neck be bitten off, and will the blood gushing out make them even more insane? Do they make a crunchy rattle sound when they eat my fingers and toes?

Ah, what a wonderful experience-

Don't worry, the night may still be long, and I still have enough time to experience those tastes of life worse than death.

However, things don't always go according to the script, and real life is always more unexpected than the play.

I heard the sound of the door opening, and I had never felt it so pleasant. There was a dazzling white light, and there was a blurry figure by the door, I couldn't see clearly, but I guessed he was looking at me in embarrassment.

Every time the dream ends, there is a man's back, and I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see this person's face clearly this time.