Somehow or other (dream logic — it doesn’t translate to the real world) I had ended up as an 8th member of AAA. I was good. The singing, the dancing, I was good. I was part of the group and it was amazing.
Practice, performance, everything, just utter joy.
But then, after being in the group for nearly a year, something started to go wrong. I couldn’t keep up with the dances. I couldn’t remember the lyrics. I started to fall behind, and the others were getting frustrated with me. I’m not sure what was wrong.
That’s when I woke up. It was terrible. The best way to describe it: 辛いよ。
Found myself awake at 5am without having slept, so I greeted the sun.
Disappointed by the lack of good bagels here, I made my own.
A chocolate bar in drink form.
The clouds were lovely this afternoon.