Cheating young woman

At about one in the morning, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and only the sound of my own breathing and heartbeat accompanied me in the silence. In desperation, I typed a sentence in the circle of friends: "Insomnia, severe insomnia, almighty circle of friends, who can save me?"

Originally, I just couldn't sleep and was bored, so I posted it for fun. Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, the screen of my mobile phone lit up and a new message came into my eyes: "Insomnia? Do you want me to chat with you? I guarantee it's more effective than counting sheep."

I frowned slightly, full of doubts, clicked on the other party's information, read it over and over again, but still had no impression, so I typed a reply: "Who are you?"

The other party quickly replied: "I'm in your WeChat I have been paying attention to you silently in the letter for more than three years! "

I couldn't help but be stunned, and flipped through his information again, trying to search for memories about this person in my mind, but I had no clue, so I asked: "Really?"

The other party seemed to be a little disappointed and continued: "I was very proactive at the beginning, but you were busy with work and it was inconvenient. In the end, you ignored me, so I just stopped bothering you. "

Hearing such a reply, I felt very calm. For a married young woman like me, I have always had this attitude towards strangers approaching. But tonight was different, I couldn't sleep.

Compared to the previous indifference, I was a little proactive that night. Perhaps it was the irritability of insomnia that made me let go of my usual guard, or perhaps it was the loneliness in the middle of the night that made me long for a little company. I hesitated for a moment and replied: "Then... let's chat, I can't sleep anyway."

The other party seemed a little surprised, but soon sent a message: "Okay, what do you want to chat about?"

I stared at the screen, not knowing what to talk about for a moment, so I asked casually: "You just said that you have been following me for more than three years, but why don't I have any impression of you?"

He sent a smiley face: "You are a noble man who forgets things easily. Three years ago, we met at a friend's party, and I added you on WeChat. But you probably didn't notice it, after all, you were busy chatting with others at that time."

I tried to recall, but still had no clue, so I had to smile helplessly: "Maybe, I don't have a good memory."

"It doesn't matter," he said in a relaxed tone, "It's a kind of fate to be able to chat again."

I was amused by his words: "You are quite talkative."

"That's right," he said half-jokingly, "otherwise how would I dare to chat with you in the middle of the night?"

We chatted in this way, from the cause of insomnia to our respective lives, to some insignificant trivial matters. His tone was humorous and made me laugh from time to time. Unconsciously, I found myself relaxing a lot, and the restlessness of insomnia gradually dissipated.

Later in the conversation, he suddenly asked: "What do you like to do in your daily life? Besides work."

I thought about it and replied: "Nothing special, just reading books, watching TV series, and occasionally doing yoga."

"Yoga?" He seemed interested, "Then you must be very good at regulating your emotions, right?"

I smiled bitterly: "No way, didn't I have insomnia tonight?"

He sent a smirking expression: "Insomnia is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it gives you a chance to chat with me."

I blushed a little at his words, and just when I didn't know how to respond, he sent another sentence: "Actually, I have a small suggestion that may help you fall asleep."

"What suggestion?" I asked curiously.

"Try to close your eyes and imagine yourself lying on a soft grass, with the sun shining warmly on you, the breeze blowing gently, and the birds singing in your ears..."

I followed his words, closed my eyes, and tried to imagine that picture. Gradually, I felt my breathing become steady and my body relaxed.

"How is it?" He sent another message.

"It seems... a little effective." I replied dazedly.

"That's good," he replied, "Good night, I wish you a good dream."

"Good night, sweet dreams."

The next morning, when I woke up, the sun had already filled the room. I picked up my phone and found that the chat history from last night was still there, and the last one was "Good night, sweet dreams" I sent. I stared at the screen, with an indescribable feeling in my heart, both warm and a little lost.

I clicked on his profile, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message: "Thank you last night."

He quickly replied: "You're welcome, I'm happy to help you."

I smiled and was about to say something else, but suddenly I heard my husband's voice from outside the door: "Wife, get up and have breakfast!"

I quickly put down my phone and replied: "I'm coming!" But my heart seemed to be gently tickled by something, itchy, and a little uneasy. During breakfast, my husband picked up a fried egg for me as usual, and said with a smile: "How did you sleep last night? You look good today."

I was stunned for a moment, then lowered my head to pick up the food in the bowl, and replied vaguely: "It's okay, just a little insomnia, and then fell asleep. I don't know when you came back."

"It was more than two o'clock when I came back. You have a light sleep, so I didn't want to disturb you, so I slept in the second bedroom..." My husband didn't ask any more questions and continued to talk about his work arrangements for today. I listened to his voice, but my heart was a little dazed, and the words of the strange man last night emerged in my mind involuntarily. His humor, his gentleness, and even his last words, "Good night, have a good dream," all made my heart ripple.

In the next few days, I found myself looking forward to his messages, whether consciously or unconsciously. Whenever I picked up my phone, I would unconsciously look through his Moments, and even when he didn't take the initiative to contact me, I would feel a little lost. I knew that this emotion was wrong, but the feeling of being cared for and understood made me irresistible.

Finally, late one night, he sent me another message: "How are you doing recently? Is your insomnia better?"

I stared at the screen, my heart throbbing, my fingers hesitated on the keyboard for a moment, and finally replied: "Much better, thank you for your concern."

"That's good," he replied quickly, "In fact, I've always wanted to ask you if you are interested in having a cup of coffee? Just think of it as a thank you for helping you solve your insomnia problem."

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and my fingers trembled slightly. I knew that this was a dangerous invitation. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't help but imagine the scene of meeting him in my mind. What would he look like? Is the voice as gentle as when we chat? Will we have more common topics?

Just when I was hesitating, I heard the sound of the second bedroom door opening. It was my husband who came back, and then I heard my son's voice: "Dad, I miss you so much. Tomorrow is the weekend, can you take me to fly a kite?"

Then there was the sound of their father and son making fun of each other. A moment later, my husband sent a message: "Wife, tomorrow is the weekend, let's take our son to the park. He has been talking about flying a kite recently..."

I looked at this message and my heart tightened suddenly. My son's innocent smile appeared in front of me, and my husband's gentle voice also echoed in my ears. I suddenly realized that I was almost blinded by the impulse and curiosity of the moment.

I took a deep breath and quickly replied to the man: "Sorry, I'm busy recently and may not have time to meet. Thank you for your concern all the time, but I still think it's better for us to keep this distance."

He was silent for a while, and finally sent a sentence: "I understand, I wish you happiness."

Putting down the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt an indescribable relief in my heart. I know that I almost took a path that I shouldn’t have taken, but fortunately, I woke up in time.