Author: Faint nostalgia
Although it was late autumn, the weather was not clear, and it rained for several days in a row.
Recently, due to busy work, the time to go to the countryside is also more, and the quality of sleep has become a problem, so that every day is late at night.
It was raining all night last night, I went to bed at twelve o'clock, turned off the lights, and lay in bed listening to the dripping rain outside the window...
Suddenly, a small child in white clothes (probably only the tall and big look of the hot water bottle used at home in the 60s and 70s) gently pushed open my window with his hands and fell on my bed lightly, his consciousness at that time was very clear, he seemed to see clearly, but his whole body could not move. I struggled desperately to sit up, reached out to push the child away, but I couldn't reach out, and I wanted to pull my leg back and kick the child, and I couldn't move my feet.
After a while, I saw a smaller child come in from outside the window in the same motion and float down to the edge of my bed, and he reached out to stroke my hand, and as he stroked me, I grabbed his little finger and sat up.
After sitting up, the room was pitch black, I pressed the bedside light switch, after the light came on, I walked out of bed, looked carefully in the room, nothing unusual, and then suddenly realized, it was just a dream...