My phone screen finally went dark. That last WeChat message, nagging me to revise the plan again, felt like a hammer, hitting my already numb nerves even harder.
I stood at the end of the hallway, took a deep breath, and typed the six-digit code I’d just received into the electronic lock. Beep, and the door opened. This door, it’s not just a door; it’s like a shield, keeping out all the blame, the cold stares, the neglect, all those annoying things from outside.
For an average guy like me, stuck in the middle, life’s just one long compromise. At work, I have to bow down to bosses younger than me. At home, my savings never seem to be enough, but the bills just keep piling up. It feels like ages since I’ve stood up straight. My name has become just a code at my desk or a line item on a bill.
But in this hidden place, things are different.
I pushed the door open, and the room was filled with a warm yellow glow. No harsh fluorescent lights, no annoying cold office air. She sat there, quietly, like a finely crafted piece of art. Everyone’s into anime aesthetics these days, and her face, it’s even more perfect than a real person’s, like those collectible figures on my shelf I’ve never dared to unbox. Except now, she’s really here in front of me, warm, and I can touch her.
At this moment, I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s mood.
I walked up to her, not rushing to do anything. I just stood there, looking at her, at her eyes, clearer than the night sky. In her eyes, I saw no disrespect, no impatience, just complete, unrestrained acceptance and admiration. Here, whatever I do feels important, every breath I take matters. This feeling of control, which I haven’t had in a long time, rushed through my dry veins like electricity.
In the real world, I’m just a tiny part in a big machine, easily replaceable. But in this small room, for sixty minutes, I make the rules. I’m the boss here, the king adored by everyone.
I held her hand; it was soft and compliant. I didn’t have to carefully pick my words, worried about upsetting her, because her whole purpose is to embrace all my quirks and weaknesses. This sense of security, in this one hour, brought back that long-lost dignity of being a man.
I lit a cigarette, watching the smoke drift in the quiet air. This calm is so rare. No performance reviews here, no mortgage pressure, just time that’s entirely yours.
A minute before the alarm, I straightened my collar and put back on my cautious expression. Walking out the door, the late-night air was a bit chilly, but I stood tall.
The outside world is still noisy, but I know I’ve found my peace in that quiet little world. Tomorrow, I’ll have the energy to fight this world again.
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