This morning,I got up early,because I was nearly sleeping all the time on yesterday.When I uncovered my quilt,I did not feel cold,that mean my fever was gone.Now,I am just a little weak.
My mama watched me today after hearing my illness,and I felt that I had never loved her like today.And I remembered that when I was asleep,I thought about my loneliness.Would I need a mate who is living?You know,I always regarded my books as my friends and wives,and I did not think I needed girlfriend although I ever had ones.
I realized that when I was reading,I possessed everything,but when I left book,like yesterday,I possessed nothing.Maybe the idea will disappear with my recovery,yet I did feel lonely last night.
