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Asleep

A narrator of this story, ” Asleep “, is Terako.

I’m Terako.

I can’t remember that when I started sleeping so much whenever I was alone.

Sleep would rush over me like an incoming tide.

But even while I slept , I could tell my boyfriend called.

The telephone sounded different when it was Mr. Iwanaga, my boyfriend.

A year and a half passed since we’d met.

I met my boyfriend on the job.

I’d been hired as a replacement for a cousin of mine.

One Sunday, I’d gone in on my own to fix a mistake I’d made the day before.

After about two hours of work I’d finished everything.

Then I saw him.

He was sitting quietly at a desk.

We went to get some tea after that.

I’d noticed the ring that he wore on his left hand by then.

I was terribly disappointed to see that he was married.

The company I’d been working for was so busy that it was impossible for me to find time to see him, so I quit soon.

My boyfriend had a wife, an unconscious wife, a wife who lay quietly asleep in the hospital.

Mr. Iwanaga put an incredibly large sum of money into the bank for me each month.

And I’d had nothing to do.

Maybe I slept so much simply because I had so much free time.

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okkieさん

2013年08月15日 13:57

I wanted to go, so I just kept on walking in the direction of the local park.

Shiori and I used to visit it a lot on early morning walks.

I sat down on the bench.

I was so sleepy I couldn’t even think clearly.

Then a girl said “ Are you feeling ill ? “

I said, “No, I’m all right. I’m just a little tired. “

The girl spoke suddenly,

“ You better go to the train station right away.

Then look the Job-Hunter’s Journal.

An office job is no good because you’ll fall asleep.

You need some kind of work that’ll keep you standing up and moving your hands and feet around. “

“ Your spirit and your psyche are both so drained, you’re terribly exhausted.

I have this feeling that I’m the reason you’re so exhausted.

I’m very sorry. You know who I am, don’t you ? “ She said.

When I opened my eyes, there was no one there.

Had it been a dream ?

I went back to my apartment and went to bed.

When I woke up, I couldn’t even make myself get out of bed.

Then the phone rang.

I knew it wasn’t my boyfriend but I did answer it.

It was a friend of mine from college.

She was calling to ask if I’d be interested in doing a little work.

I said, “ Sure.”

Maybe I’d been scared by the coincidence of her calling so soon after the incident in the park.

I was still as sleepy as I’d been before.

Early in the morning I left the apartment.

There were only three days of training and then three days of actual work.

I felt sleepy no matter what I was doing.

Then, as time passed, I began to sense that the sleepiness I’d felt was gradually draining from my body.

After the last day of work I got my salary.

When I was looking at my salary the phone rang.

It was Mr. Iwanaga.

He said , “ You sure sound lively. Like when we first met.”

I said, “ By the way --- your wife was in high school when you met her, wasn’t she ? “

He said, “ How’d you know ?”

“ I thought so.”

Nothing has changed in me and nothing has changed between us.

Yet all along I felt positive that I wanted to go on being with him.

I felt like I’d just woken up a moment ago, and everything looked so clear and beautiful it was frightening.

===The End ===

okkieさん

2013年08月15日 12:38

One day I happened to run into a friend of mine.

He was one of my friends from college.

Shiori had dated him for a while, though not for very long.

They’d even lived together for a few months.

Shiori came into my apartment almost immediately after she broke up with this friend.

We lived together when we were in college, in the same apartment I’m in now.

Shiori started doing bizarre work after she graduated from college.

I guess it was sort of prostitution, a kind of service.

All she had to do was lie beside her customers in bed.

Shiori lay there alongside her customers until morning.

All they want is to have someone there, lying next to them.

Some of them are women, some of them are foreigners.

She killed herself.

She’d left my apartment a long time before that, she was living all by herself in a gorgeous place, and then she took a whole lot of sleeping pills.

Two months had gone by and I still hadn’t managed to say this :

“ A friend of mine has died.” to my boyfriend.

Sometimes when I was in bed with my boyfriend I would see the edge of night.

He didn’t speak during sex.

I liked it that he kept quiet.

I don’t know why I feel so lonely when we’re in bed together.

And when I started getting the feeling that what I was doing was a lot like Shiori’s job, like lying next to people as they slept.

My boyfriend didn’t tell me anything about how things were with his wife.

I’m guessing that his wife’s family probably wanted to keep her alive,

and he’d feel he had a kind of duty not to leave her until she dies.

His wife must be in the very deepest depths of night.

Maybe Shiori is nearby ?

Perhaps sometimes in my sleep I wander there, too ?