一直以来,我对楼梯有一种与生俱来的恐惧感。小时候住二楼,喜欢睡在木板铺的楼板上。宽阔的楼板就像一张巨大无比的床,让人在睡梦中任意驰骋。但在这张巨大的床上也有一处地方睡觉时不敢越雷池一步,那就是靠近楼梯的一二平方米。虽然楼梯口在晚上睡觉时封盖起来,但我总怀疑楼梯的盖板不牢固,怀疑不小心滚到盖板上时,盖板会整扇塌下,人会在睡梦中像皮球一样沿着楼梯往下滚去。所以睡觉时我都选择远离楼梯口,远离内心深处死亡的恐惧。 All along, I have an inherent sense of fear of the stairs. Live as a child on the second floor, like to sleep on the floor plank. The wide floor is like a huge bed, let people free to ride in their dreams. But in this huge bed there is also a place to sleep when the mine did not dare to leap, that is close to the stairs of one or two square meters. Although the stairs closed at night sleeping cover, but I always suspect that the stairs of the stairs is not solid, suspiciously rolled onto the cover, the cover will be the whole fan collapsed, people will sleep in the same as the ball along The stairs go down. So I chose to sleep away from the stairs, away from the depths of fear inside.