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闹钟将我从美梦中唤醒,开了灯,我惺忪的眼前出现一片刺眼的光亮。摩挲着柔软的被单,我不想钻出温暖的被窝。
The alarm wakes me from a sweet dream, opens the lamp, and I am in a blinding glare before my bleary eyes. Mount with soft sheets, I do not want to drill a warm blanket.