Chapter 8 talk to me tomorrow dear

One day, you wake up in the morning, the shadows of the flowers are cast on the window, and the blankets and pillows are undulating in the gentle morning light; perhaps, wild pigeons fly by, and a few pieces of gray feathers float in. "What a beautiful day." You patted the person next to the pillow, but he didn't respond, and you wanted to wake him up with a kiss; however, he looked stiff, cold, and breathless; it turned out that he died when you were sleeping soundly. This kind of thing, of course, can happen; he can die because of a heart attack, a stroke, or a nightmare; people who die in their sleep are said to be happy; but happiness sometimes happens prematurely Advent.

When he died, the gray dove's feathers suddenly turned black, and the sleeping room seemed to be hung with a thick black curtain; you were heartbroken, groping in the dark, regretting that before going to sleep, because of fatigue, because the passion faded, you just threw him a sentence: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." In the long night of remorse, you heard a voice asking: "The facts will not change; however, I can give you a chance to go back to the moment before you fell asleep, let you say a word to the person next to your pillow, and do a thing ;Tell me, what will you say? What will you do?"

I don’t have a pillow person, only a pillow cat; when I wake up, the cat is dead, and I will regret the brute force I used to groom it with a wire brush last night; I didn’t give it canned salmon because I was afraid it would vomit.How about you?Also regretted not brushing the hair of the person next to the pillow properly? Before he was alive, did you have a good conversation?Have you ever cared about his body, his feelings other than lingering intercourse?Even, did you ever think that he would die?The last thing he heard, besides "Let's talk tomorrow", is there any more considerate and gentle plot?

It turns out that between sunset and sunrise, the connecting black bridge is so fragile that it cannot withstand the destruction of a fallen leaf. "Before the dawn, if you disappear in my dreams, I hope I don't wake up." You may not say that in bed tonight; but what will you say? We are all too optimistic, always thinking that this night is not the last night.