The following morning exploded into exotic colors, scents and images foretelling lifetime memories I would cherish forever.
The sun, already warm and up in the sky, summoned me. I crawled out of the futon and stretched. My mind, too small to absorb the early morning's brightness, throbbed with effort. I lifted fingers up to my temple and indulged in a light massage. Whether to aid my mind in its light absorbing task or actually preventing more brightness from insinuating itself in hidden and long forsaken corners of my mind, I wasn't quite sure...
The Land of The Rising Sun indeed!
On my right, Isamu was still sound asleep, his head buried under the pillow, the sharp corner of an elbow the only part of his body visible among the sea of emerald green fabric. Not to disturb him I got up q
