In the afternoon, in the rental house, I pulled up the curtains, half-lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and tried to fall asleep.

It was so hot and innocent, and I couldn't see a trace of sunlight in the house, which actually made me sweat, and I felt like I was in an alchemy furnace, roasted by an invisible fire.

"Collect the garbage!" "Shoes are on sale!" "Downstairs is the road, lined with all kinds of shops. From early morning to late at night, the sound of trumpets does not stop. Where there are people, there is hustle and bustle.

I was still not haggard enough, otherwise I would be as tired as "Camel" Shoko, my head was separated from the body wall, numb, I didn't know the pain at all, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I sat up, stuck in the hot air, paused, and decided not to sleep anymore, because sleep is actually an ordeal.

"Gollum!" I poured several mouthfuls of cold water into my hot chest, and I opened the door to my room, wanting to go out for a walk in the shade.

I don't understand why this is happening. Outside the room, in the corridor, it was so cool, so fast.

Cool summer, cool early autumn.

I think the corridor is a bit like a cave in a fairy tale, cool and swishing, with an elf-like breeze.

I want to just lie down on the ground and fall asleep.

"It's so dirty on the ground. I glanced down at the floor in disgust, and the floor tiles were covered in dust and mud.

It's a bit of a repentance, and the idea that was just born was immediately strangled in the cradle by me.

How many Idea-kun have I killed? I don't remember exactly, but I'm going to see what Idea-kun looks like as soon as an idea comes out. "Wow, that's weird!" I screamed.

"This idea Jun is a bit vulgar, this idea Jun is a little stupid, this one is too ugly, this one is too beautiful. ”

I judged the ideas in my head, and then I wiped them out one by one.

It's just that this little idea was a bit tenacious, and I didn't clear it up.

Go through the corridor and see the stairs.

Follow the stairs to the shade.

"The stairway doesn't seem to be that dirty. "My freshly dead thought-kun is bouncing out again. I waved my hand to get rid of the naughty ghost, but it was a nasty piece of gum that stuck to my heart.

The elephant sat on the ground, and I slept.

I walked to the turning point of the stairs, which was really the size of a bed.

I sat down first, leaned against the wall, and looked at this place that was trampled on every day, and suddenly felt a little compassionate.

Maybe there are countless people in this world, some of them have houses, some have beds, some have tiles, and some have corridors......

It's really miserable to be a person in the corridor.

The wind blows the dust off the floor, bringing coolness and cleanliness.

I slowly slid down the wall, sliding to the ground, like a piece of paper, which was supposed to be attached to the wall, but a wind came and shook it.

I just lay flat, straightened my legs, closed my eyes, and stopped moving.

"It's so cold on the ground, it turns out that this is how the deceased feel in the soil. I concluded.