Ah, I can't--

I don't know if it has something to do with the dream I had in the morning. Well, at 5:30 in the morning, I dreamed that my grandfather called me, which was very kind, but I had to agree and woke up suddenly.

Then I broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't sleep. I quickly waited for dawn and called home. I was relieved to hear their voices.

But this day is still drowsy, and the cerebral cortex is very injured! Help the forehead! Don't those who talk like me dream every day? And it hasn't been a dream yet!!! Do you have to do this? I really can't afford to hurt...

Ah, I can't. The next plot is a little complicated, but someone's brain has become a paste. Someone got into the quilt and said that I want to rest. The above is all for a dream.