After slouching comfortably for a minute or two I get up to walk around, and take some pacing steps around my living room. The warm carpet feels nice and relaxing on my socked-feet. I’m not pacing in anxiety or anything, just getting the blood flowing again. I’ve been in that chair reading for about an hour now and just felt like moving. I can hear the soothing sounds of the rain hitting the roof. I feel secure in this room. The room has this nice warm lighting, where it’s not too bright, nor too dark; that’s why I always do my reading in this room. “Maybe,” I think, “I’ll just read another chapter before going to bed.” I stretch my chest, and feel a nice, light pulling in the front of my shoulders.
他有一把几百磅重的长刀和修长的胡须,人称“美髯公”。这章就要结束了,所以我合上书页,放到旁边的窗台之上。我瘫在摇椅内,非常确信这两个小鬼绝不可能打败无敌的关羽。 在摇椅里躺了一两分钟,我站起来在起居室里溜达起来。暖和的地毯很软和,放松了我的脚。我并没有焦虑或者别的什么感觉,只是想让双脚的血液流通一点。我已经坐在那读了大约一个小时了,现在就是想动一动。我能听见雨滴落在屋顶,在这屋里,我觉得安心。灯光是宜人的暖色,既不太亮也不太暗,所以我总是在这儿读书。“也许,” 我想,“上床前我再读另一章吧。”我伸展了我的胸脯,觉得肩膀舒服了一点。