Today I was looking for an old poetry collection in the library and ended up finding a sleeping cat behind the bookshelf in the farthest corner. Sunlight was streaming through the window, bathing it in a warm glow. I quietly sat down nearby to read for a while. It suddenly woke up, just glanced at me, and then went right back to dozing. In that moment, it felt like the whole world had fallen silent... I wonder if that person would also enjoy such a quiet afternoon.