Gissa Bokcitatet

"You woke up?"

I turn my face and see him there. I feel like crying and I can't speak.

"I thought you might wake up soon, so I brought you a snack."

He hands me a cookie and an orange juice, then sits down beside me and immediately fastens his seatbelt. Tears well up in my eyes as I bite into the cookie. They trickle down my cheeks as I drink my juice.

"What's the matter?" he asks, looking into my eyes.

I hand him the glass and bury my face in his chest, wiping my tears on his shirt.

"Did you have a scary dream?"

I nod my head again and again, holding on tight to him. Then I feel something warm enveloping my head. His large hand. Just a few moments ago I'd been on the brink of total despair. But now I'm snuggled up against his chest, clinging on tight.

"You're going to spill your juice," he says.
"I'm so happy I could die."
"I told you not to say things like that. It's your fault if this plane crashes."

What a wonderful husband. My adorable husband. I'd die if we ever parted.

"Ah, long time no see!" Shinagawa stands up with a friendly smile and remains that way until I'm seated - reminding me of a dog. Unlike me, he exudes good manners. He's wearing a nicely tailored suit. He is also wearing a tie, which is a little unusual for an editor. I recall how Kobayashi had been dressed in jeans the other day and I find the difference dizzying. I wish I didn't, and that dizziness didn't play such a recurring role in my life.

My impression that Shinagawa's suit is well-tailored, however, is completely unfounded. I have no knowledge with which to judge whether or not a suit is well-tailored. I've never had any training that might qualify me to tell the difference, so there's no way I can really tell. But I do think his tie is a nice colour. And by nice colour I don't just mean an interesting colour.