The Quiet Dawn

He was reading Raymond Carver to her, a poet he admired, while she fell asleep with her head resting on his. He loved to recite aloud; it was his forte, and he recited exceptionally well, sometimes in a low, melancholic tone, sometimes in a soaring, passionate one. Except for pausing briefly when reaching for a cigarette on the bedside table, his eyes never left the poetry collection. The warm, gentle voice lulled her to sleep. She listened for a few minutes, then closed her eyes and drifted off.
He continued reading aloud. The children had been asleep for a long time; outside, the occasional screeching of cars on the road could be heard. After a while, he put down his book, turned around, and reached to turn off the light. Suddenly, she seemed startled and opened her eyes, blinking a couple of times. He stared at her. She
nodded and touched her temples. Tomorrow was Friday. All the cleaning in the apartment building was her responsibility all day. He propped himself up on his arm, watching her, while using his free hand to straighten the sheets. Her skin was smooth, her cheekbones prominent; these cheekbones, she sometimes told her friends, were inherited from her father, and she had one-quarter Southwestern minority ancestry.
Just as she was about to get up, his hand was already caressing her breasts, his other hand stroking her lower body…
"Let go of me, get up!" She tried to push him away, but he had already pressed her down on the bed. Her skin touched his cool skin, and a strange pleasure rose in her heart. She couldn't help but let go of his hands. He was already between her legs, one of her legs was bent, and their bodies were pressed tightly together. His erect penis was pressing hard against her lower abdomen...
"Mmm..." He kissed her soft lips, and with a slight thrust, his penis entered her still wet and sticky vagina. She groaned, and her raised leg straightened. He pressed tightly against her body, thrusting hard. Soon she couldn't take it anymore. Her lower body was already wet and she kept moaning...
Her moans grew louder and louder. It was clear that she was about to reach orgasm under his continuous thrusting. His feelings were also getting stronger and stronger. He continued to caress her buttocks and breasts, and his lower body moved slowly and powerfully.
"Ah..." she couldn't help but scream. The sounds of their skin colliding in the room grew faster and faster, until finally, after a rhythmic, uplifting moan, the sounds stopped, leaving only their heavy breathing...
After a long while, she said: "Get me something to eat, Lin, bread, milk."
He didn't say anything or do anything, because he wanted to sleep. But when he opened his eyes, she was still awake, watching him.
"Ya, can't you sleep?" he said sternly. "It's late.
I want to eat something first," she said. "I'm so tired these past two days, my legs and arms hurt, and I'm hungry."
He sighed heavily, turned over, and got out of bed.
"What an interesting dream." "
What did you dream about?" he said, turning his back to her as he got into bed. He stared at the bedside table for a while. Then he slowly closed his eyes. "
Do you really want to hear?" she said.
"Of course," He said.
She leaned back comfortably on the pillow, wiping a crumb of bread from her lips.
"Hmm, it seemed like a long dream, you know, the kind with all sorts of complicated relationships, but I can't remember it all now. Lin, how long did I sleep?" "Actually, I don't think it was anything special. Anyway, it seems we were staying somewhere. We and the children were there, in some kind of small inn. By a strange lake. You suggested taking us out for a ride in a small boat." She laughed, recalling, leaning forward from the pillow. "Next, I only remember where we boarded the boat. The boat only had one row of seats, in the front, kind of like a bench, just enough for the three of us. You and I argued about who should sacrifice themselves to squeeze into the back of the boat. You said it was your turn, I said it was mine. But in the end, I squeezed into the back. It was so narrow there, my legs hurt, and I was worried the water would flood the side of the boat. Then I woke up.
It was quite an unusual dream." He gave a perfunctory reply, feeling drowsy and thinking he should say something more. "Do you remember Ni? Ad's wife?" She said she often had colorful dreams.
She glanced at the bread in her hand and took a bite; it was rough and sweet with a slightly bitter aftertaste. She swallowed slowly, licked her lips, and leaned back on the pillow.
She remembered. She rarely thought about it before (in her old age), but lately she often thought about it. It was a month or two after their marriage, when they went out for the weekend. Sitting by the river, a watermelon soaking in the icy water, they had luncheon meat, eggs, and canned fish for dinner. The next morning, they were covered in mosquito bites. But it was one of their best nights together. She remembered that he also recited Elizabeth Browning's poem to her that night. They made love so passionately that her legs were too sore to move the next day. The next morning, he caught a big fish, and people on the other side of the river stopped to watch him get it ashore. "
Hey, do you remember?" she said, patting his shoulder. "Lin?
I remember," he said. He shifted slightly toward her. He thought he couldn't quite remember her anymore. All he remembered were her delicate moans and his then-naive views on life and art, things he really wanted to forget. "
That was a long, long time ago, Ya," he said. "
I just got my diploma, and you hadn't gone to night school yet," she said.
He waited, then propped himself up on his arms, turned the fire, and looked at her over his shoulder. "Are you almost done with your bread, Ya?" She was still sitting on the bed.
She nodded and handed him the teacup. "
I turned off the light," he said. "
If you want," she said.
He slumped back onto the bed, stretching his legs out until they touched hers. He lay there motionless for a while, trying to relax.
"Ah... um..." Her straight, flowing hair cascaded down, obscuring her beautiful face, yet her alluring moans could be clearly heard. Her white nightgown was disheveled and rolled up, her full breasts were being kneaded by his large hands, her plump, white buttocks were thrusting high, a hard penis moving in and out of her center, her black silk panties rolled up around her calves, a pair of dazzlingly white thighs trembling, one small foot curling forcefully towards the sole... "
Lin, you're not asleep yet, are you?"
"No," he said. "Not asleep."
"Okay, don't fall asleep before me," she said. "I don't want to be awake alone."
He didn't reply, but moved a little closer to her. She draped her arms over him, her palms flat against his chest, and he grasped her fingers, gently squeezing them. In just a moment, his hands began to roam over her body again. "
Do you remember that time we stayed by the river, Lin? The one where you caught that big fish the next morning?" She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Remember?" she said.
"You...you want it again?"
He looked into her beautiful, dreamy eyes, and couldn't care less about anything else.
Looking at the stubborn look in her eyes, feeling the soft breasts pressed tightly against his body, he couldn't control himself. His already large penis pressed against her lower abdomen and he reached between her legs, touching her warm, moist labia. Her legs clamped tightly together, her firm legs holding his hand.
"No, let go...it's too late..." Her panties were rolled up under her buttocks, and her little feet were already on tiptoe.
His hands gently caressed her breasts through the thin white nightgown. After a while, he lifted the nightgown, revealing a pair of trembling breasts standing erect before him. He began to suckle her breasts while his hands continued to caress her lower body. Her body trembled for a moment, and she let out a soft sigh, slightly parting her legs. With his caresses, her breathing became uneven.
He slowly thrust his lower body inside her, feeling the soft, wet sensation. He sighed with satisfaction. Her vagina tightly gripped his penis from beginning to end, and he could feel it with every thrust. Her legs were now bent, her heels pressed firmly against the sheets, and her toes were pointed upwards. The long penis made her heart leap into her throat, and her lower body felt numb and tingling from the thrust. With each thrust, her buttocks clenched tightly, and her hands involuntarily gripped Lin's waist, as if afraid he would thrust too hard.
"Ah... um... oh..." She bit her lip, her hair swaying, and with each thrust of the man, she couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable sound. Her whole body began to heat up, her areolas turned even pinker, and her small breasts hardened and stood erect. Her whole body went limp and slumped beneath him, trembling with every movement, panting and moaning continuously.
In a daze, she suddenly saw the photo frame on the bedside table. In the photo, she was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, looking at the gentle and refined Lin with a happy expression. A wave of bitterness and sorrow washed over her. At this moment, Lin turned her over, making her kneel on the bed. He held her raised buttocks, embraced her in the dim light, and thrust into her. The dark light enjoyed the fiery flesh. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her buttocks raised high, and the heavy breathing of the two of them echoed in the room. An intense pleasure exploded within her body. The moment Lin finally ejaculated, she stiffened, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her lower body soaking wet. When he withdrew his penis, got up, and carried her to the bed, she felt dizzy and weak, her legs aching and her knees tingling. After a while, she shook the sleeping Lin beside her. "Lin
? Darling? I want you to rub my legs. My legs hurt so much..." "She said.
She pushed him away with all her might, but his strong arms held her waist tightly. Her bare little feet thrashed about, but she dared not shout loudly, only stubbornly resisting, holding his hand to stop him from moving, but her underwear was still pulled down to her buttocks, revealing her soft pubic hair.
She waited for a while, feeling the biting cold of dawn. She tucked the collar of her nightgown tighter. The air was damp and cold. The weather around her gradually became apparent. She looked ahead little by little, finally fixing her gaze on the flashing red light at the intersection. "
Oh God," he said softly. "I was asleep just now.
Hmm, I want you to massage my legs and talk to me for a while, my shoulders hurt too. But my legs hurt especially."
He turned around and began to massage her legs, then fell asleep again, placing his hand on her buttocks. "
Lin?
What's wrong?" "Ya, tell me what's wrong.
I want you to massage my whole body," she said, turning to face up. My arms and legs hurt tonight.
He quickly opened his eyes, then closed them again, finally propping himself up on his arms and glancing at the clock. He flipped the pillow over so the cool side was up and lay back down.
She said, "I hope you'd like to talk for a while."
"Okay," he said, without moving.
He turned to the other side, and she turned around and put her arm around his shoulder.
He got her the instant bread he'd just bought that afternoon, bit open a bag of milk, poured it into a large mug, and brought it over. She sat up on the large bed, smiled at him, and tucked a pillow behind her back as she took the mug. He thought she looked like a patient in a hospital, wearing that white nightgown. "
Lin?
" She touched his foot with her toes. "
Tell me about the things you like and dislike."
She was already out of control, her hips constantly writhing, and he slowly began to thrust rapidly, wave after wave engulfing her body again. "
I can't remember now," he said. "You can tell me yours if you want." He said.
"If you promise to tell me, then." "Will you promise?"
He touched her foot.
"Okay," she said, lying back comfortably. "I like good food, like ribs and cheesecake. I like looking at bids and magazines." She paused. "Of course, not in any particular order. I'll have to think about it if you want to put them in order." She put her legs on his ankles. I like to stay up late at night and then laze in bed the next morning. I wish we could do that often, not just occasionally. I also love making love, especially being caressed unexpectedly. I love watching movies and then eating ice cream afterwards. I wish we could go to the movies at least once a month. I wish the children could have nice clothes to wear, and that I could buy them clothes whenever they need them without having to wait. Ah Bai needs a holiday outfit now. I also want to buy Lei Lei a new outfit. After all, he's the twin brother. I wish you also had a new suit. Actually, you need a new suit more than he does. I wish we had our own house, so we wouldn't have to move every year or every other month. That's my biggest wish.
She said, "I wish we could live a stable life, without having to worry about money and bills..." You fell asleep. She said.
...No. After a while, he said.
I can't remember anything else. "I don't know, how many devices." He muttered. "
Hmm, tell me. We're just kidding, aren't we?
I want you to leave me alone, Ya." He turned to his side, his arm sticking out from the edge of the bed. She turned over too, pressing close to him.
"Lin?
Just hold me and let me fall asleep." "I can't sleep," she said.
After a while, she said, "Lin? You're asleep again?" She gently shook his shoulder, but there was no response. She lay against his body for a while, trying to fall asleep. At first, she lay still, close to him, breathing evenly in small breaths. But she couldn't sleep.
She tried not to listen to his breathing; it made her uncomfortable. There was a sound coming from his nose as he breathed. She tried to regulate her breathing, to match her inhalation and exhalation to his rhythm. But it didn't work. That tiny sound from his nose made all her efforts futile. She turned over again, pressing her buttocks against his, and stretched her arms out over the edge of the bed, her fingertips carefully bracing against the cold wall. She heard two people coming, going up the stairs. Someone let out a hoarse, muffled laugh before opening the door. Then, she heard a chair dragging across the floor. The sound.
She turned over again. The sound was faint. She looked at herself, her voice trembling. She felt a strange, indescribable unease. She turned away, her voice trembling. She looked at herself ... 直凵熘狈旁谏聿牡牧讲唷k×糠潘杀旧恚,丈涎劬γ,终箍础k羔抛齑角懊娴拇驳ド暇矸抛诺霓种浮k斐鲆桓任咐捶旁诖驳ド稀k媚粗该嗣廾相干娜⑶捉渲浮k奖旧淼牟嗝妫,址秸妗k(械娇植溃,谝恢旗慕怪零碎,桓婵梢曰蛐砣朊摺?br "Please, God, let me sleep."
She tried her best to fall asleep.
"Lin," she whispered.
There was no response.
She heard a child in the next room roll over and bump into the wall. She listened again and again, but there was no other sound. She put her hand to her left chest, feeling her heartbeat through her fingers. She lay on the bed, her head off the pillow, her mouth pressed to the sheet, and began to cry. She cried for a while, then crawled to the foot of the bed and got up.
She washed her face and hands in the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, looking at her face in the large mirror as she brushed, and she cried again.
After a while, she went to check on the children. She pulled the blanket up over her youngest son, covering his shoulders. She went back to the living room and sat in the large chair. Every now and then a car would drive by on the street outside, and she would look up. Every time a car passed by, she would listen and wait. "
Dreaming?" he asked.
She stood up as dawn broke. She went to the window. The trees and the row of two-story apartment buildings across the street came into view under her gaze. The sky grew whiter, and the light increased dramatically. Aside from waking up early because of one or the other child, she was certain she had never observed the sunrise so closely. She had never learned from books or paintings that sunrises could be so terrifying. "
Oh God," he said. Then he added, "Okay. Let me stretch my legs so I can wake up."
She drew the curtains and returned to the dimly lit bedroom. He lay in the middle of the bed, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, half his head under the pillow. He looked hopeless in his sleep, his teeth clenched, his arm stretched stiffly across her side of the bed. Under her gaze, the room became unusually bright, the sheets growing whiter before her eyes.
She moistened her lips, making a slightly sticky sound, and knelt down. She stretched out her hand on the bed. "
Oh God," she said. "Can someone help us?"

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