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某天清晨，林小夏 waking up with a headache. Her head throbbed like a pin, and her heart skipped a beat. She sat up in bed, rubbing her temples and looking around the messy room. On the floor was a white sneakersprint, smeared with coffee stains. strange.
She tried to sit up but kept falling back down. Her legs felt like they were made of jello. And worse, she couldn’t stop thinking about last night’s meeting. He said something that made her want to scream, but he also told her she could keep flying if she wanted to. His words echoed in her head like a distant whistle.
“小白鞋…” she muttered under her breath as she stretched her arms above her head. The sneakersprint was still there, as if nothing had happened. She got up and walked towards the bathroom, but halfway there, her feet felt heavy. She stopped, turned around, and saw herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked normal, but something was off about her own eyes. They glowed faintly, almost like a light show.
She grabbed the toothbrush from the sink and brushed her teeth as usual. But when she opened the tap to rinse it off, the water felt… strange. It wasn’t cold or hot; it just had a faint, metallic tang that made her swallow hard.
As she washed her face, the sneakersprint on the floor became less noticeable. Her mind drifted back to work. The project was tight, and she needed to finish it tonight. But something inside told her to slow down. She set her laptop aside and walked out of the room, leaving the mess behind.
The street was quiet at first, but then a car horn blared from somewhere in the distance. She ducked under an overpass and waited for a while. The city felt unfamiliar now, like a second skin she couldn’t shake off. She glanced at her phone, still on silent, but her heart wasn’t really listening.
When she finally found a quiet spot for her bike, she locked it and got online to check work emails. But when the screen came up, there was nothing. Just blackness. Her phone was dead. And her mind was racing with thoughts she couldn’t name.
Back home, she sat on the couch and stared at the broken TV remote in front of her. The image flickered faintly, as if someone was watching through it. She reached out and touched the screen, but nothing happened. It was like a whole new dimension she had entered without realizing it.
Her phone still wasn’t working, which made her feel even more paranoid. Maybe there was something wrong with her device… Or maybe she was just imagining things. But no one was around to explain this sudden strangeness.
As the evening wore on, she grew more and more convinced that everything was a hallucination. The sneakersprint faded, the metallic taste in her mouth disappeared, and the phone worked again when she turned it on. But deep down, something told her that… maybe she just needed to believe it was real for now.
And so, she got back to work, determined to figure out what had happened. The project depended on it, after all. But as she typed away, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder if this new ‘dimension’ she’d entered was a trap or something more… mysterious.
The sleep was short, and when she finally woke up, her head throbbed even more than before. She lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, when a faint tap came through the window. It was so soft, like a single leaf rustling, but it made her jump.
She sat up, gripping the edge of the bed as if that would stop whatever was outside from coming in. The screen on her phone glowed faintly, showing a blurred image of last night’s meeting room. His face was there, sharp and clear, but when she tried to focus, everything else faded.
She had no idea what just happened, but it felt… different. Like she could see through the world like some kind of vision guide. Or maybe her mind had just gone haywire. Either way, she needed to find out as soon as possible what had happened to her.
And then, with aStartle, she remembered what he had told her earlier that day. The possibility of flight was there, but so was the knowledge that she could choose to stay. She clenched her fists and dialed his number quickly.
When the call came through, her heart raced as he picked up. His voice was calm and reassuring, just like always. “You’re okay,” he said, his tone softer than usual.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice shaky but determined. “I need to talk to you about this thing we discussed last night.”
He paused for a moment before answering, his eyes distant as he gazed at the stars through the window. Then, slowly, he spoke again. “You can always choose not to fly. But I want you to know that if you ever need to talk…”
