Book1:TeDream-Maker

ofalotofthings,butthenitalsoseemedthathermindwasabnkandfocusedonnothing．Frtillnightshesattherewwhytheskiesturnedfrhttodark．Timedidnotrunonaspecificschedule．Actually，therewasnoobjectivestandardtogoby．Alldependedonhowthefleshbodywasused．Whenthebodytbusy,timeflewlikeafleetingarrow；butwhenthefleshbodywasusedinastateofleisure,timesloweddownandmightseemedtoninterminably.Thereforemundanecalcutionofthehumanlifespanwasinaccurate．Timewasonlyafeeling，anobscureidea．Likefate，itwasaralstatebetweeentandent．Whenwerealizedthis，wecouldtrolthespeedoftimewithouremotions．Novelsuddenlyrecalledseeingawhitecloudattheerofherwindthedayandwonderedwhereithadfloatedto．Shefeltasthoughshewasthatcloud,floatingandsinkinginthewideexpaheseaoftime．

    Stifffromsittinginthesamepositiontoolong，Novelyawnedandstretchedherselfzily．Herarmspausedinmidairwhehoughtofherhusband,Joshua,lyinginthatnarrowcoffinwithnospaoveabout,letaloretchhimselfwhecramped．Oh，howunfortablethatwas!EverySundaym，Joshuawouldsitontherogchairshewassittingonnow，smokinghispipeandgazingatthebeautifulndscapedgardenoutside．Nowhecouldnolongersmokeinthatnarrowcoffin，howcouldhestanditwhenhisyearningforasmokecameoverhim?Shehadinsistedonopeningthegsscoverofthecoffinthtentheerofhisshirtcolr,whichhappeobeslightlycurledup，undoubtedlyduetothecarelessnessofthecaretaker．Novelknewherhusbandwasmeticulousabouteverythingtothemidetail,awouldpiquehimtolieforeverinhiscoffininsuchashirt．Otherwisehewouldeventrytoclimboutofhiscoffinandstraightenhisruffledshirtbeforely