In the dead of night, I went down to a boutique to pick up my order.
There were no affixed merchandise in the place and yet it was a galaxy of customers.
A store clerk with long, thick dark hair came up to me and said my stuff was ready.
She handed a nicely wrapped package over to me and smiled.

On the way home, I was at cab queue located on the roof-top patio of an old castle,
and waiting for a vacant one to pick me up.
A long human chain was making a line along the edge of the stonewall frame,
and you could see a cliffside just by turning your eyes right.
Meanwhile, a woman with a large body frame kept pushing my heel from behind with her ultramarine suitcase.
I was slowly pushed out to the pool by her malicious nudge and at last thrown off balance.
Falling like a slow-motion replay, I was thinking about how to avoid getting a fatal injury.
However I was totally unhurt.
Nevertheless, I pretended that I was dying as I assumed the woman up there was still watching me.
In the meantime, an ambulance came and my body was carried away by the attendants.

The next morning I performed my morning as usual as if everything from last night was vanished into thin air.
There was a report about last night in the morning paper my father was reading it.
However, nobody in our house knew that it actually happened, to me.
We just chatted at the table about local affairs.
(1/3/01)