1他如约在早晨八点钟睁开眼睛。睁开眼睛,伸展硬邦邦的胳膊,看了看手表。正好早晨八点。没有人来叫醒他,即使在疲惫的睡眠中也能敏锐地感知时间的流动,应该说是这种动物性本能在确定的时间发出的闹钟声把他唤醒了。陌生的房间。他还没有完全逃出睡梦,昏昏沉沉地分辨着自己睡在什么地方。他感觉自己就像个视力不好的人又没眼镜去观察事物。所有的东西都模糊,尽管刚从死亡般的睡眠中醒来,脑袋却 He opened his eyes at about eight in the morning. Open your eyes, stretch the stiff arms, looked at the watch. It’s just eight in the morning. No one woke him up, and was keenly aware of the flow of time, even in a weary sleep, to be awakened by the alarm of this animalistic instinct, at a certain time. Strange room. He had not yet fully escaped from sleep, drowsily resolving where he was sleeping. He felt like a man with poor eyesight and no glasses to look at things. All things are vague, although just waking up from the death of sleep, the head is