Chapter 16When he woke up, Hiroshi found a pot of coffee, a bottle of ibuprofen and a huge omelette set out on the kitchen island. It was bit too neatly presented, so Hiroshi took it for the scolding it was. His head felt like his brain had been removed, worked over with a wood file, and plopped back inside his skull. He looked for his cellphone, but turning his head made his eyeballs feel yanked on their stems.
Ayana had, thankfully, turned it off and left it by the sofa, to further reprove him or let him sleep, he couldn’t guess. Cooking an omelette and turning off his phone so he could sleep were a bit different than the little signs of affection during their first months living together, but he would have to think about that later when his brain worked better.
His cellphone messages
