I went to Japan with Adi and we stayed with Tomoaki. It was like I had stepped back into my life with him. We were still in love, and I just layed down on his chest and hugged him. I closed my eyes not wanting the moment to fade.
Someone came into the apartment, but I pretended I didn’t hear it. Apparently Tomo did too because he didn’t tell me to get up. My eyes were still closed.
Later, I had to go shopping for something small while Tomo was sleeping. I went to the store, got my stuff, noticed the odd number of English-speaking customers… At one point I was standing over the shoulder of a lady re-stocking medicine. A foreigner came up to her and asked her a question about Rolaids in English. He spoke so quietly that I knew even if the lady understood, she couldn’t hear him. So I tried to answer his question, but the man, apparently embarrassed that he couldn’t speak Japanese began to cry and walk away, never even noticing I was there.
When I was finished gathering my things (two bottles of Japanese mayonaise and some kiwi-fruit) I reached into my bag to find my wallet… and found it was still in Tomo’s apartment. I spent a long time trying to figure out how I might ask someone permission to leave my things somewhere and go back to the apartment. I noticed a stack of abandoned cash on the floor next to a battery display… but with effort I ignored it because I thought the owner would return for it soon.
Finally, I just hid my groceries inside a refriderated display case, and put my basket away and ran outside, through the train station and back to the apartment.
(It was night, and I almost got lost once. I looked down over this cliff where something like the Northern Lights were swimming above a city far below. It made sense to me, and I realized where I was because of it, and ran back the way I came. It was beautiful.)
When I returned to the grocery store, I found my things inside a basket in the refridgerated case… with a ticket saying I owed 2 or 300 yen because I left my food there. Another citation was there because I had not used a basket. This made me angry and I wondered if I’d have enough money. Digging through, I found I had plenty, but still did not want to pay.
I tried to get in line with an English-speaking clerk so I could dispute my ticket, but she was too busy. (She was also my childhood-Newberg friend Alicia… which was odd.) The lady I went to thought I was a very cute foreigner and made me speak Japanese several times just so she could listen and giggle. She held up a line of about 3 people just because she wanted to hear me speak. In the end, I paid my ticket and my groceries with change, and I remember specifically thinking how convenient it is in Japan that change is so commonly used to buy things.
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Yesterday, Fumi and Yoshi kept saying I was “cute” and had “big eyes” and they went off in hysterics and “セクシー！” paired with “かわいい！！” when I said “ごめん、ね？” to Yoshi because I’d mis-written something for him. The whole “cute foreigner” thing must have slipped into my dream. I was about to buy a phone card from Fumi so I could call Japan (at 5.5 cents a minute!!) so I had Tomo on my mind all evening. Especially after Tim-kun asked me about him over MSN. That must have slipped in too.
Heh, Adi was in my dream because Adi is always in my dreams. *joking* :) *pokes at Adi*
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