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gumi_reloaded2012-06-10 09:14 pm
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The Day After
The Day After
Date: Tuesday, February 7, 2060
Time: Morning to Afternoon
Place: Saitoh Family Residence
Characters: Saitoh, Tokio
As Tokio slowly came to life after a sound sleep, she was very aware that her feet were actually hot. Reaching down with one hand, she discovered why. Seems that she was wearing wool socks by the way they felt.
Hmmm. She did vaguely remember telling Hajime to come to bed because her feet were cold. At that point the prosecutor startled. Gads! What had she done? The memory of the flashback she’d had about her miscarriage came flowing back to her as cold and clear as a blue winter sky. That incident was painful beyond words, but it had given Hajime back to her in this life…well not entirely, since they were no longer married, but she did know that they had been married back in Meiji 1.
That was the problem. He was no longer her husband; yet in her sleepy state of mind, she’d actually asked him back to bed. She smiled to herself. It was more of their past life coming to the surface. He’d been doing paperwork again in the middle of the night. She realized that she’d acted reflexively, telling him exactly what she used to tell him all those years ago. There was something both comforting and unsettling to have known someone so well, but so many years ago. She knew so little of his present life. But that didn’t matter because he was the same person, granted with different experiences, but his values and sensibilities hadn’t changed at all.
Speaking of her former husband, yes, she fully accepted this now. Reliving the horrors of her miscarriage in Tonami did that for her. At least she recognized the truth of the past. She could only hope that in the future they would resume the relationship they’d had all those years ago. But would he be able to let go of Yaso? That was the question.
Still thinking about what she now knew to be the truth, she looked around the room. There he was, legs outstretched, hunched over, his tablet beside him. She took a few moments just to gaze at the man. She had always enjoyed watching him sleep. He seemed so much at peace. But he had to be so uncomfortable. She was thankful he’d stayed in the room with her, but she regretted her selfishness, knowing that it cost him much needed, comfortable rest.
This was a bittersweet time for her. She knew what, rather who, she wanted, but could she have him? Only time would tell. As quietly as she could, disregarding her still aching body,she slipped out of bed and tiptoed up behind him as he sat sleeping in the chair. She blushed as she remembered how they used to wake up in the morning. That activity was quite appropriate back then, but it wouldn’t be right now. But she couldn’t keep away from him.
She lightly put her hands on his shoulders, kissed the crown of his head, whispering, “Good morning, Hajime.”
Date: Tuesday, February 7, 2060
Time: Morning to Afternoon
Place: Saitoh Family Residence
Characters: Saitoh, Tokio
As Tokio slowly came to life after a sound sleep, she was very aware that her feet were actually hot. Reaching down with one hand, she discovered why. Seems that she was wearing wool socks by the way they felt.
Hmmm. She did vaguely remember telling Hajime to come to bed because her feet were cold. At that point the prosecutor startled. Gads! What had she done? The memory of the flashback she’d had about her miscarriage came flowing back to her as cold and clear as a blue winter sky. That incident was painful beyond words, but it had given Hajime back to her in this life…well not entirely, since they were no longer married, but she did know that they had been married back in Meiji 1.
That was the problem. He was no longer her husband; yet in her sleepy state of mind, she’d actually asked him back to bed. She smiled to herself. It was more of their past life coming to the surface. He’d been doing paperwork again in the middle of the night. She realized that she’d acted reflexively, telling him exactly what she used to tell him all those years ago. There was something both comforting and unsettling to have known someone so well, but so many years ago. She knew so little of his present life. But that didn’t matter because he was the same person, granted with different experiences, but his values and sensibilities hadn’t changed at all.
Speaking of her former husband, yes, she fully accepted this now. Reliving the horrors of her miscarriage in Tonami did that for her. At least she recognized the truth of the past. She could only hope that in the future they would resume the relationship they’d had all those years ago. But would he be able to let go of Yaso? That was the question.
Still thinking about what she now knew to be the truth, she looked around the room. There he was, legs outstretched, hunched over, his tablet beside him. She took a few moments just to gaze at the man. She had always enjoyed watching him sleep. He seemed so much at peace. But he had to be so uncomfortable. She was thankful he’d stayed in the room with her, but she regretted her selfishness, knowing that it cost him much needed, comfortable rest.
This was a bittersweet time for her. She knew what, rather who, she wanted, but could she have him? Only time would tell. As quietly as she could, disregarding her still aching body,she slipped out of bed and tiptoed up behind him as he sat sleeping in the chair. She blushed as she remembered how they used to wake up in the morning. That activity was quite appropriate back then, but it wouldn’t be right now. But she couldn’t keep away from him.
She lightly put her hands on his shoulders, kissed the crown of his head, whispering, “Good morning, Hajime.”