I didn't sleep that night. I kept checking the bolt on the door. The present seemed vulnerable to the past, as if it might be overwhelmed by it, as if I might blink, and when my eyes opened I would be fifteen.
那天晚上我没睡,不停地检查门上插销。过去影响挥之不去,仿佛随时可以推翻现在一切,仿佛一眨眼,睁开眼睛时,我又会回到十五岁。