Early one morning when June was over and we celebrated July
Even today I woke up at a time when the morning sun began to spread slightly in the sky.
Waking up in the same room as yesterday, in the same futon, I shake off the temptation to sleep twice and go from bedtime to the washroom when I change into room clothes.
Wash your face with cold water and look in the mirror with a face dripped with water.
The mirror had my - a true maple figure, very similar to what my mother looked like when she was younger.
Fixing a sleeping habit that was a little honeyed on the side with a handkerchief, I head to a room.
in a room where you have taken a leg every day, for months or years.
Close your eyes now, but maybe we can move on to the room.
Proceed down the corridor so familiar, and when you get in front of one room, open the door slowly without even knocking.
Still, that guy sleeps indoors.
Must be sleeping with your hair in a bump.
That guy who had snuck open the door and then slept without realizing I'd gone in on the bunk as expected...... Currently, Makoto, the only family in the Makoto house due to his parents' absence, was lying down.
There was no sign of waking up when I approached the pillow, and I was convinced that it was Sleeping Suke-san's day.
I must have been immersed in reading until midnight to see the pillow, and the inference novels I was buying at an old bookstore on my desk, piled up in chaos.
Is that why?
My brother said something weird at dinner yesterday.
"A famous reasoning or a famous detective often appears in a novel, but from a person in the actual scene, it's a mystery reasoning, which means a fanatic detective."
The moment I heard it, the question mark came to me only for a moment wondering what I was talking about, but it seemed to be the word that came out because I was reading a novel.
It makes me feel like I'm playing Nazonazo every day because I talk about things that are difficult to understand without clapping.
I guess I'm used to this too.
Something like resistance attached to living under the same roof for years.
From other people's point of view, the words your brother is saying are probably the myth.
But if you understand a person very well, and then think about the meaning of the word, you can see the answer.
He's just a pure man.
I remain honest with my emotions and who I am.
Sometimes I find it amazing as a sister.
Maybe it's snoring inside you.
But I don't mind if they think so.
Because I find my days with my brother enjoyable.
I myself have decided to be honest with my brother.
Will you start talking about something interesting again today?
Put your mouth close to your brother's ear with a smile on your face.
"Brother... it's morning."
The day begins today.
Me, True Maple and my brother, this is how the day of True Maple begins today with this casual morning event.
The new chapter is really good. Maple edition.