6/26/2010 - Her white coat
hung on the back of a chairHer...
Her white coat
hung on the back of a chairHer desktop was neatly arranged, and on
the wall over it hung a Snoopy calendarI nudged the curtain aside
and looked down at the deserted shopsEvery shop was closed, their
metal shutters down, the vending machines hunched in front of the
off-licence the only sign of something waiting for the dawnThe moan
of longdistance lorry tyres sent a deep shudder through the air every
now and thenI went back to the kitchen, poured myself another shot
of brandy, and went on reading Beneath the Wheel
By the time I had finished it the sky was growing lightI made myself
some instant coffee and used some notepaper and a ballpoint pen I
found on the table to write a message to Midori: I drank omega aqua terra watch some of your
brandyI bought a copy of Beneath the WheelIt's light outside, so I'm
going homeThen, after some hesitation, I wrote: You look
really cute when you're sleepingI washed my coffee cup, switched
off the kitchen light, went downstairs, quietly lifted the shutter, and
stepped outsideI worried that a neighbour might find me suspicious,
but there was no one on the street at 50-something in the morning
Only the crows were on their usual rooftop perch, glaring down at the
streetI glanced up at the pale pink curtains in Midori's window,
walked to the tram stop, rode to the end of the line, and walked to my
dormOn the way I found an open cafe and ate a breakfast of rice and
miso soup, pickled vegetables and fried omega geneve automatic eggsCircling around to the
back of the dorm, I tapped on Nagasawa's ground-floor windowHe
let me in immediately
I thanked him, went up to my room, brushed my teeth, took my
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trousers off, got under the covers, and clamped my eyes shutFinally,
a dreamless sleep closed over me like a heavy lead door
I wrote to Naoko every week, and she often wrote backHer letters
were never very longSoon there were references to the cold
November mornings and evenings
You went back to Tokyo just about the time the autumn weather was
deepening, so for a time I couldn't tell whether the hole that opened up
inside me was from missing you or from the change of the season
Reiko and I talk about you all the timeShe says be sure to say "Hi" c c purse to
youShe is as nice to me as everI don't think I would have been able
to stand this place if I didn't have her with meI cry when I'm lonely
Reiko says it's good I can cryBut feeling lonely really hurtsWhen
I'm lonely at night, people talk to me from the darknessThey talk to
me the way trees moan in the wind at nightKizuki; my sister: they
talk to me like that all the timeThey're lonely, too, and looking for
someone to talk to
I often reread your letters at night when I'm lonely and in painI get
confused by a lot of things that come from outside, but your
descriptions of the world around you give me wonderful reliefIt's so
strange! I wonder why that should be? So I read them over and over,
and Reiko reads them, tooThen we talk cartier watches about the things you tell me
I really liked the part about that girl Midori's fatherWe look forward
to getting your letter every week as one of our few entertainments -
yes, in a place like this, letters are our entertainments
I try my best to set aside a time in the week for writing to you, but
once I actually sit down in front of the blank sheet of paper, I begin to
feel depressedI'm really having to push myself to write this letter,
tooReiko's been yelling at me to answer youDon't get me wrong,
thoughI have tons of things I want to talk to you about, to tell you
aboutIt's just hard for me to put them into wordsWhich is why it's
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so painful for me to write letters
Speaking of Midori, she sounds like an interesting replica tiffany jewelry pe
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