清晨,睡梦中接到一个打错的陌生电话,恨到骨子里去,挂掉后翻个身继续睡。窗外照进来的光线渐渐明亮,朦胧间感到枕边有个人在看着我,他皮肤的温度扑面而来,空气干燥,他的气息却如此温软熟悉。我看不清他的脸,只看见他宽厚的肩膀,有力的手臂,以及肌肤上的细微毛发,这样近的距离,像一个即将发生的吻。 In the early morning, I got a wrong phone call in my sleep and hate my bones. After I hung, I continued to sleep. The light coming in through the window was getting brighter and the dimly felt pillow looked at me. The temperature of his skin was blowing, the air was dry, his breath was so warm and familiar. I could not see his face, only to see his generous shoulders, powerful arms, and fine hair on the skin, such a close distance, like an upcoming kiss.