After a long time, I sighed, “It's okay, I just miss you!”
How could I describe my invisible illness?
She might be too sleepy to entangle, “Baby, can't you sleep?”
I replied after a short hesitation, “Well, get your sleep and let’s talk tomorrow!”
Having hanging up the phone, I shrank myself wrapped in a quilt, feeling insipid living in the world.
Then I fell asleep in a daze, vaguely aware that the bed was pressed down an arc, and then I was pulled into someone’s arms.
I thought it was Samson, but I was a little tired, so I just closed my eyes to sleep.
I always lacked of sleep and out of spirits perhaps due to the great pressure recently, making me hard to deal with the business in the company.
So I got a rest in the office. Linda asked me to sign some documents and then gave me a glass of milk, “Director, you look bad recently. How about going to the hospital?”
I shook my head, “It's okay, go ahead! It's just a bad rest!”
Indeed, I didn’t sleep well recently.