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| Nonsequitur | Dec 28 2017, 01:51 AM Post #1 |
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((Takes place the morning immediately following Dreams in Technicolor )) --- He stirred from his sleep to the smell of coffee and something cooking. The sun was shining gently on his face, and he sat up from his futon with a start. He lived alone, didn't he? So who was the one who made that…? Everything last night was still a blur. That fantastic dream with the girl and the monsters didn't help any. The verisimilitude of it was terrifyingly bold, Hideyoshi barely remembered most of his dreams, but this one had him recall some parts of it down to smells and the feeling of damp air against his skin. The girl's face also stood out to him. He sighed and it became a yawn in an instant. He calmed down and with that calm, details had returned to him. Of course there was one person who would come and go as she pleased, and she usually made breakfast, too. He rolled his futon up and put it in its proper corner and didn't bother to change out of the shirt and boxers he had slept in. He threw the blinds wide open and let sunlight flood his bedroom from the large glass pane, he was rewarded with a nice view of his own backyard. The veranda was fine, the grass well manicured, the washing line in its place, and beyond the fence in the back, he could see the very top of the Matsuda's place. He went into the bathroom, washed his face brushed his teeth, and shaved. Then he decided to go down the kitchen. Heh ad the same thought that struck him most mornings: The place was too big. Too big by far for a single person. It was a wedding present from his mother. Something else was on the land before. He wanted to say it was one of those old type of houses popular before the war. Belonged to her aunt, he thought. Bequeathed it to her and a sizable inheritance about the time he was in college. The house was falling apart and she had plenty of money on her own, so she didn't have much use for either. Until he told her he was serious about Yuriko. The old place was torn down and she built up something new and modern (at the time), really nice and just right for the tastes of the turn of the millennium. It was also exceedingly optimistic. It was built to accommodate a growing family. A family that was never going to grow. A family without children was no family at all, just something with no future. That struck him as exceedingly melancholy. He was the one going though the large, empty house. Most days it was just him and the dreams deferred. "You look like warmed over death." "Look who's talking." She was putting two plates on the table, on the range behind her, a moka pot was bubbling away on his range. They were a pair. He was still in his sleeping clothes that had acquired a few mysterious stains who knows where? She was in a disheveled skirt suit. Her hair was let down and they glared at each other for a moment. Hideyoshi relented first. Even though she looked like she had been drinking heavily last night, she was just too beautiful for him to look at. Even the way her dark aubur hair just cascaded down her shoulders left a small pang of longing in him. "…so, you slept on the couch last night, let yourself in with your key again?" "Yeah, of course I did. I missed the last train last night and your place is so close to the station that well you know how it is" The slender woman shrugged and looked over her shoulder at him with narrowed brown eyes. "That's not a problem, is it? Because you can make your own breakfast next time." Hideyoshi shook his head. The matter wasn't vital enough to start an argument over. With that settled, to her satisfaction, she poured two cups of coffee, and set the one in his favorite mug out for him. She put in two sugars and creamer, just like he liked it without needing to be prompted. He appreciated the gesture, it was surprising, nice. He was ashamed to admit he couldn't have recalled how she liked her coffee to save his life. She had made croque madames with a light salad on the side. He stared down at the sandwich with the fried egg on top and picked up his fork and knife. He lifted them, then paused, and looked back up at her. "Yuriko, have you been working out since I last saw you? You look really good." "Yeah, the company has a running club, and I joined it. Thought it would help me find someone, but no such luck." He nodded. "I see." If he didn't know any better, he'd think she brought that kind of thing up because she knew it gave him pause, he faltered every time in a conversation when that topic arose. It wasn't his idea to get a divorce, after all. "Thanks again for letting me use your couch." She gave an apologetic smile. He started digging into his food. He shook his head as he chewed and then swallowed. "Think nothing of it. Did you notice anything odd last night?" She stared up at him from over her cup. (No sugar, but cream, that's how she liked it) she shook her head. Ah, it was just a dream after all. Surely she would have said something if he'd been wandering the streets in his underwear or something. Satisfied, the two of them finished their meal in silence. Afterwards, Yuriko left him in the too large house by himself. Again. |
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