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What does it feel like to hide in a small bedding?
First, it's a feeling of safety, an especially substantial sense of safety, as if the whole world had moved far away.
Then, as one stays in the endless darkness longer, no, it doesn't even take that long, that feeling of safety begins to feel empty and desolate, as though it had nothing to lean on.
It felt as though the heart was being grasped tightly, causing an inexplicable sense of suffocation.
Loneliness spread in the heart and climbed up on the skin, moving along the unexpected goosebumps and cold sweat-soaked skin.
It was as if one had moved from one extreme to another, and inside there was a frantic desire to throw off the quilt, a feeling of insecurity.
But this impulse was so indifferent, as if even the instinct to break free from insecurity had dissipated into this dark descent.
Lin An felt a sense of helplessness.
