When I woke up this morning, my head hurt as if I had been trying to remember something important. I took it as a chance to look at the time. It was already 11am. I can't help calling myself idle and unfounded, but I preferred not think about it for the rest of the day. As I walked down the stairs I call, "Heaven-sent", I discovered that my mother has already set up the platter and my sister was likely to eat.
They told me to sit down and help myself with the food. I ate a little and set off back to my room. I sat down before my desk and began typing my story. Alas, I was too disturbed to continue so I decided this was not the day to be recording my thoughts. I went over my bed to see if I could get any ideas. No luck.
What was bothering me was this pleasant dream I had about a woman, who seems 20yrs older than me but never really seemed that old. She carries herself like a doll, very perceptive of her movements. She wore a green vest, kind of the ones you see old people are wearing nowadays. She tied her long black hair up so her face was visible and her eyes were not covered. They were brown and something tells me that I had seen those eyes somewhere before.
She stood at one corner of my eye while I cast my attention around her. From what I can see, she really enjoyed being under that maple tree. No one could even give such a smile as she does. It was faint but her lips were slightly open, revealing the pink fleshy muscles inside her mouth. I look around more to see if I can find somebody else with us, nevertheless I found no one.
I came up to her to see if she would want company but she didn't notice me. Later, I found out that she can't see me. I resolved this matter by just sitting under the maple tree and looking up at her. I stared at her trying to recall where I have seen this woman before.
After a few minutes being with her, I suddenly gazed upon the tears flowing on her face down to the bare roots of the tree. What had surprise me was her smile. She was still smiling. At that moment, I was in the state of something even I don't know, so all I could do was to stare at her. I can't help calling myself idle and unfounded...
"I cannot feel pain. I can't touch her." Those were the only thoughts in my mind...
I realized that I had fallen asleep that afternoon and had dreamt the same dream all over again... Who was she?
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