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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:50 am
If Sayuri had read Alice in Wonderland, she could have uttered the same words as Alice did..'stranger and stranger!'. She had that 'swimmy-head' feeling upon waking, as though she'd drunk too much sake the night before (but she knew she hadnt).
She pressed her fingers to her hair, running them through the night-time tangles as she sat up in the futon. Rolling back the covers, she turned, getting up and padding from the bed..she paused, listening, as though she expected to hear someone else moving around the rooms of her family home.
Shaking her head she left her room, her feet making little noises as she walked across the wooden flooring. She knew there would be no one else; her mother had left this world a few months back, and Sayuri had mourned for her in the way a dutiful daughter should. Not that she hadnt felt love for her mother, but theirs had not been an easy relationship, and she still second guessed what ever she did, expecting to be chastised for a foolish comment or a clumsy movement.
Seated in the kitchen, a bowl of cold noodles in front of her, she poked them listlessly with her chopsticks, looking from them to the steam billowing from her tea cup.
'Yamya..' she said the word suddenly. Well it wasnt a word, it was a name. A name from the strangely vivid dream she'd had before waking, and which she'd only just started to remember after sitting down to breakfast. She shook her head, folding back the sleeves of her yukata and picked up bowl and 'sticks, eating slowly.
'Can not be real..' she muttered out loud. It had just seemed so weirdly real when she had been dreaming it. A child, born from a leaf. A little girl, who had feline traits, cat eyes, ears and a tail.
'Silly.' she said firmly, standing and cleaning her dishes, before taking what remained of her tea with her, walking to a large set of sliding doors and going outside on the wooden platform. Morning mist hung heavy on the ground still, the sun had not yet managed to burn it away.
'Oh..' Sayuri's jaw dropped, her eyes going round at the spot of green that rested nonchalantly on the brown rail of the wooden decking. She hurried over, picking up the leaf with a now trembling hand, the other grasping onto the railing so that she didnt fall over.
'I dreamt you..'
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:43 am
The leaf. Sayuri was a little afraid of this ever-green piece of a plant, seperate from the whole but never seeming to go brown, or to rot. Leaves that were shed normally would curl up, turn a muddy brown colour and eventually become part of the earth again. This leaf did not seem to be having any part of that!
She'd placed it on a table in her living room, on a lacquered tray decorated with a scene of flowers and butterflies. Every day since she'd found the leaf - that had been a part of that strange dream she'd had before waking and discovering it - she'd drifted past on soft footsteps, kimono skirts trailing behind her, to see if it was still there. She wasn't entirely sure, but she felt that each day the leaf had moved a little. Of course that was just silly! It had to be moving in an errant breeze.
She pattered away, intent on going through a tea ceremony, in the hopes that it would calm her. The tea ceremony was almost like meditation for Sayuri, and as she knelt afterwards, sipping the cup of foamy, green liquid, she chuckled at the flights of fancy. Maybe the leaf was just from an extra hardy plant, and that was why it had not withered. She nodded to herself, her hair ornaments jangling. Yes. That was it. She would put the leaf back outside and think no more of it all.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:15 am
That might not be such a good idea, seeing as there is a flowerpot full of dark, moist soil on the front step along with a note.The note Dear Satoharu-san,
It's come to my attention that you've found one of our leaves! Indubitably you've noticed that it hasn't wilted like a normal leaf, and that's okay! It's a very special plant that came here on the wind from a far-off country called Eden, and if you plant it and take good care of it, it will grow into a child!
If you have any questions, please feel free to call or visit me at our headquarters. We're an organization called The Eden Project, and we specialize in cases like this. You can find us in Barton and I look forward to meeting you!
Sincerely, Shouko
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