Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

"Your daughter?

Smell of dirt.

It also smells like wet grass in the morning dew.

"Are you okay?

A wind wrapped around the scent of golden wood rhinos passed through the tip of his nose.

It's wide and far to fill your sight, the blue, chilled sky.

Under various clouds, large and small, the eagle can be seen flying with its laziness and wings winged.

I thought I heard the sound of the different waves too, it was the sound of the leaves of the trees blown and shaken by the wind. If you were chasing the eagle with your eyes, the sight of a tree growing so thin that I think it was the bamboo tree that you could see on the side. It's like we're in the woods.

I had good ear problems with the refreshing air and sounds, and drowsiness like I was even put in a cradle struck me. Even though it hasn't wobbled.

What the hell is this place...?

"Lady, you're gonna get me wrong like that, aren't you?

Hmm? Like a mochi?

"Hmm?"

It's like a forest, what?

When did I do it, I hung a sickle on my hip, and my grandfather, who didn't even know who he was, is looking down at me.

You look surprised, but you can't tell if that's because you're looking at it from below without looking at your grandfather from the front.

Plus, it's rude, but I could see the nostrils perfectly. I also saw the nose hair.

But I didn't want to see it. My force majeure.

I wonder what a kimono the length of which my grandfather's knee boy is looking at is, was doing some work, makes me wonder. He was dressed with the back of his kimono pulled up forcefully and his hem pinched against his belt. I have a hand wipe wrapped around my neck and dirt on my nose.

My hair was a burning field.

"Dressed like this."

"A playgirl sure dresses like that, doesn't she? Or did you run away?"

My back feels bitter and damp.

I was sleeping on the ground.

I don't like sleeping on the ground. It's a wild place. You have to get rid of the dirt on your hair in the bath.

I get my upper body up in a hurry to support one hand.

The pain ran on my head because of a sudden wake, and I suppressed my forehead.

Ouch. Gwang wang.

A wrinkle leaned between his eyebrows, and he accidentally stretched it with his finger.

"Uh, playgirl?

I looked down at myself with my hand on my forehead, and I saw the kimono my uncle's wife had put on earlier.

Red kimono. Front girdle, look like a playgirl.

Yes, a playgirl outfit.

Hmm? Wait.

I was in the master room earlier, wasn't I?

He asked his wife to help him get dressed, and after that, he also put Ari on, so.

I don't care if it got better because Aili pulled her belt and collapsed, she went to the courtyard and relaxed... like.

But here, obviously, it's not the courtyard.

There are no woods in the garden, and woods are not gardens.

I tried to stop my whole body moving and rotate my head fully, but still had no idea where I was right now.

Grandpa with a troubled face has been looking at me since just now.

Even if you look at me like that, I'm in real trouble too, so I can't give you anything back.

"Where are we?

But now the only one I can count on is Grandpa Nose Hair.

When I asked him what this place was because he looked like a local to see it, he looked like he was okay with his head.

... Why should they look like that? I don't remember saying anything so strange.

"Are you sure you're okay? This is Edo. I'm in the mountains right now."

What, duh?

Mountain...?

"Is this Edo?

It's a mountain.

I may even be dreaming of something.

Mostly in the mountains......

How did you get out of Yoshihara?

And Edo?

Sure, Yoshihara is a colored town in Edo, but it's impossible to go outside, and it's an absolute dream, isn't it? Here.

It's weird to be conscious in a dream, and the senses are strangely real, but it's an absolute dream, isn't it?

Stick around your cheeks.

"... like it hurts, it doesn't hurt"

I don't feel much pain. I lost my temper.

I had a grasping sensation and a grasping sensation, but it felt kind of nasty and I couldn't feel the clarity pain.

That's why I can't say this is proof that I'm dreaming.

The possibility that someone took me out of the courtyard and dumped me pointy in the back of Edo's mountain is also unlikely-... no, it's unlikely. Impossible.

Don't interrupt.

"………………"

Oh, already.

Oh, already.

Even in my dreams, it reminded me of something I didn't like. At least I want to have fun in my dreams, why can't I just snuggle this out of my head? I thought it would be better if I went to the courtyard and relaxed, slept, and didn't have to think about it when I lost consciousness because I wanted to forget even for a moment.

"... Oh, yeah"

Hands pounding.

In my dreams, but this is Edo.

Why don't we use our dreams to indulge in Edo's town? I'm sure this is a reward God gave me, if you will. I can't decide what kind of reward to give myself (I don't remember accomplishing anything), but it's just right for a change of mood.

I was hoping to try sightseeing sometime.

I think thinking at times like this is pretty positive, even though it's something to say for yourself.

"Um, Grandpa"

In the meantime, let's ask Grandpa because he says this place is in the mountains and he doesn't know the direction of town.

"Grandpa, what's a town -... Grandpa?

My grandfather wasn't anywhere when I realized it.

"Your son has inherited the trail! Extra!

"Hey! Give me one too!

"Well, you're one of the heirs."

"You, I'm going to the exchange shop more than that."

"Mother!

On the contrary, I stand in a crowded place at some point.

A carriage in a long house, a bridge over a river,

Is that what you should call a dream?

"It's like a cat!

"Ah!"

"Kihaha."

Back-length children, who are not even on my hips, run too far down the side.

Somehow, this could be the first sight in this world. It was the first time I had seen a bustling voice and people at midday, although I had blabbered my way outside until I was going to reach the heavenly moon.

"Now where are you taking me?

I'll take you anywhere you want.

"Oh, you already are."

A woman and a man are walking side by side as a matter of course, crossing the red bridge across the river to go further. Unlimited, free outside.

It's my dream in the first place.

I can't help but feel relieved all the time, so I start human observation and sightseeing in the name of walking. This would have been better if we had something to hold onto and lunch for.

"Kaa-chan, what's for dinner today?

"Ask your father."

"And we're so full of it!

Mother and child holding hands go through front.

After all, the hair colors of the wrong people were varied. The mother who had just passed through was pink, but the child was the same pink. That's hereditary, isn't it, hereditary? So what color will a red-haired and blue-haired person's child be? Like purple?

"Oh, you're still awake, me"

But I really think it's weird the way you're walking out.

And how do I end my dreams when I realize they're even dreams?

If you think it's over, do you remember?

Can you get out of your dreams if you sleep and wake up one more time?

Hmm.

"That lady is amazing!

"Here! Shit."

"It sure is amazing."

"You, all right."

More than that, I feel no heart or more than one gaze. Though not inspired at all, it's weird and sensitive.

But the footprint is strangely light. Is it because you feel some openness, or because for the first time in a long time you keep quietly walking the long road? Walking effect burst. I wish I could wake up feeling like this.

There is a divide on the way, take it right there. There is no particular reason why I chose the right. If there is, that's because the dominant hand is the right hand or something like that.

And I went further from there, and there was a division again, so now I went to the left. It's like a journey or an adventure and it's getting a little fun.

"? What?"

Momentum that seemed to skip, there was a large lot in the place where it came in, and I discovered a grave in it.

If you look a little back and away, it's a temple place overall...... I can only see one tomb stone.

I think it's an odd place. Normally, there are many tombstones lined up.

Maybe some places like that just because I don't know.

When I go to the front of the grave somewhat concerned, I notice that there are flowers around me. It's still blooming beautifully and I wonder if someone left it yesterday today.

Red daisy. White daisy. Yellow daisy.

It was overflowing with daisies.

I wonder if this tomb guy liked chrysanthemums, looks at the tombstone.

At that moment, my time stopped.

"What is this..."

Thumbs up the inscribed letters on the tombstone.

"Who is it?

Then someone rang me from behind.

I didn't even notice the footsteps. I make my shoulders jump.

"Oh, uh,"

Looking back, a tall 40s or 50s man stood. He was a brunette man.

I have a daisy flower in my hand.

The dark hair did not look like it was mixed with gray hair and although it was not glossy, it was very pretty.

The grey dressing that holds you together has dirty dirt around your knees.

"... are you a playgirl?

"Huh?"

Speaking of which, I was dressed like that. That's why people were watching you like that.

I rush to start untying my front girdle.

You're kind of extremely careless about dressing up as a playgirl in a place like this, aren't you?

"Chi, no, that now"

I was in a hurry, and someplace grabbed me and I couldn't figure it out.

When I'm mottled, a man crouches down and reaches into my belt.

"You can't dress like this."

"Um,"

"Turn around, I'll tie you."

A man ties his belt.

In the meantime, I was nostalgic for the smell of scent from a man. Scent I've smelled somewhere.

I can't even remember thinking about it. But it did have a memorable scent.

"Um."

"What?"

"What is this place?"

The man who was tying my belt behind me stopped his hand.

"As you can see, it's a playgirl's grave."

"The Tomb of the Traveller"

This was the reason why my movement stopped.

Yes, there's only one headstone that says the tomb of a playgirl.

Sit down for the temple tomb, nothing but flowers around. It feels like there are potpounds and stones standing in a large school yard.

"Playman, not?

"There's something else about the playman's grave. But there aren't many girls to play with, and there's one thing I do because I can't help putting up any number of graves."

When he finished tying the belt, the man brought back the daisy flowers he had placed once on the ground and placed them in front of the tombstone.

"Do you come to the grave often?

"Why?"

"There are lots of daisy flowers"

It's not even growing roots from the soil, but it's so placed that it looks like a lot of chrysanthemums are blooming that I simply thought this guy would always leave it.

The man lay his eyes down and crouched again.

He's shorter than me, and his gaze is reversed.

"Can you hang out for a little walk?

"Eh."

"Though I'm not saying I can't"

I was invited for a walk.

The man reaches out, even though he says he won't be forced to.

I'm not as wary as I am, I'm more suspicious in the way of Ningro's grave visit, but I got lost somehow. I wonder if I can follow someone I don't know, even though it's a dream.

That said, I feel kind of weird about following my uncle who didn't know anything about me when I was a little girl in reality and ended up fitting in where I am right now.

"Right. It's a beautiful day."

"It would be a walking day."

"Hehe, yes"

My eyes seemed to be narrowed.

I left myself to the sleep of that dream.