半夜两点半,她突然醒来了。为什么会醒来呢?她思索着。噢,原来是这样:厨房里有人撞了一下椅子。她竖起耳朵,倾听着厨房的动静:是那样的静,异样的静。她伸出手,摸摸身边的床,床空着。没有他的呼吸声,这便是那格外静的原因。她下了床,在黑暗中摸索着走进了厨房。他们相遇在厨房里,时间:两点半。她隐约看到碗柜旁边立着一团白色的东西,她打开了灯。他们穿着睡衣,面对面地站着。深夜。两点半。厨房里。厨桌上放着面包盘,她意识到,他切过了面 Half past two at night, she suddenly woke up. Why wake up? She pondered. Oh, it turned out to be like this: someone in the kitchen hit a chair. She raised her ears and listened to the kitchen: it was so quiet and strange. She reached out and touched the bed around, empty bed. Without his breath, this is why it is so quiet. She got out of bed, groping in the darkness into the kitchen. They meet in the kitchen, at half past two. She vaguely saw the white cupboard standing next to a white thing, she turned on the lights. They are in pajamas, standing face to face. late at night. Half past two. Kitchen. She held a bread plate on the kitchen table, and she realized that he cut his face