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在那里,我看见了自己。充满美感的身体线条,匀称得无可挑剔。壮实的肌肉被包裹在西装下,坚实的轮廓若隐若现。再加上一副男人味十足的脸庞,完美无缺。我无法相信这是自己,就像在做梦一样。然后我从床上惊醒。站在镜子前,似乎是被镜中难看的人像所惊吓,我的心情跌到了谷底。这不是我第一次体会到现实与幻想的落差了,镜子旁刻满的“正”字在告诉我这一点——准确地说,是第四百五十次。换好衣服,我起身走进客厅。不知为何,今天的早餐异常丰盛。“又做那个梦了?”是妈妈的声音。我没有回答她,因为答案是显而易见的。自从一年前症状出现以来,病情每况愈下。最开始那个梦境只偶尔出现,随后转为每晚与我相见,并愈演愈烈:想象一下,自己正在过马路时,一个包含完美自己的梦境突然取代现实。这似乎很荒诞。然而,我却多次因此徘徊在死亡边缘。
There, I saw myself. Body full of beauty lines, impeccably impeccable. Sturdy muscles are wrapped in a suit, solid outline looming. Coupled with a manly full face, perfect. I can not believe this is myself, just like dreaming. Then I woke up from bed. Standing in front of the mirror seemed to be scared by the unsightly portrait in the mirror, and my mood fell to the bottom. This is not the first time I have realized the gap between reality and illusion. The word “正” next to the mirror is telling me this - to be precise, the 450th. Change clothes, I got up and walked into the living room. I do not know why, today’s breakfast is exceptionally rich. “And that dream? ” Is the voice of mom. I did not answer her, because the answer is obvious. The condition has deteriorated since the onset of symptoms a year ago. The beginning of that dream only occasionally appeared, and later changed to meet with me every night, and intensified: Imagine yourself crossing the road, a perfect dream of themselves suddenly replaced reality. This seems ridiculous. However, I have been hovering on the edge of death many times.