Jimmy hated himself.

In the late evening, he often lies in bed, thinking back on the results of his day, thinking about it he got bored, rolling around in bed, making the bed squeak as if to attract the attention of others. Tired of watching short videos on the Internet, and movie commentary, until they feel bored then crawl back into bed and sink into their fantasy world, sometimes fantasizing about their future life of paper and gold, and sometimes in the fantasy that they have superpowers, this time his face always with a smile of satisfaction, as if only so his bedtime ritual is complete. He also often woke up suddenly at 5 or 6 a.m. When he opened his eyes, he was dumbfounded, still recalling the unreal dream, then immediately closed his eyes and waited for the return of sleep, remembered the heavy task of the day, sighed, and helplessly gave up the plan to continue the beautiful dream, whenever he could no longer sleep, irritable mood like an ant touched him with its tentacles, he had to turn over, trying to shake the He had to turn over and try to shake the little guy off, but the ant was like an informer, summoning a large group of ants crawling around on him, turning over again and again, putting him in a bad mood, and simply kicked off the quilt and lamented in his heart "my comfortable quilt, and have to wait until the night to rendezvous with you". Jimmy was often in a breakfast daze, stirring the bowl of milk, a cereal sinking, and floating, He was like a great general who planned and tipped the boat of oats one by one., Jimmy muttered: today's state is terrible, but he was not in the mood to go back to sleep, but dragged the bag out the door.

Jimmy also wanted to turn the night and day upside down, moving towards the future while others are sadly reminiscing and lying flat relaxing when others collapse and get tired. In order to the heart of this life's aspirations, he deliberately picked a Friday, selected the music to listen to, brewed coffee, charged the headphones, cleaned up the table, took the day off during the day, and slept well shrunken under the covers, this sleep was not as wonderful as before, probably because the sunlight during the day masked the splendor of the dream, but he still woke up in the evening, flipped through the phone. Looking at the workgroup colleagues get a new task when the screaming, his back to sleep extra sweet when he woke up from the dream, the sky is already dark, the mystery of the night will replace the day's hustle and bustle, sitting at the table, he had a sense of excitement, as if he took advantage of the time when others sleep to study, secretly inside the volume can make him further from his dream ideal life, pick up a pen, he began to write ......

"Hey Jimmy, how can you still sleep while you're working, get out and calm down." Jimmy woke up from his dream with a jolt, the blinding sunlight pierced his dream, and his boss's words was like a pot of cold water that poured him awake, he did not slow down for a while, stood up woodenly and walked outside, one by one his colleagues in shirts walked past him, in a hurry, none seemed to see him, Jimmy lay on the railing, his colleagues downstairs were densely packed like ants, he thought, these ants in the evening will all hide back in their nests, simply more like a dream than a dream. When Jimmy walked back to his workstation, trying to focus on the paper in front of him, but not a moment later, his mind jumped out again.

Another Friday, he finally had the opportunity to try a real attempt to turn the night and day upside down, when he began to work in the dead of night after full preparation, he was sleepy, he heard the call of the quilt, the dullness of the day let him prefer to enjoy the ideal world of dreams for a little longer, so he climbed into bed, making the bed creak, and then with his fantasy to fall asleep, this time he did not toss and turn again.

Jimmy hated himself.