赤い絆

As I bend my head down, it falls a little farther than it should, letting my hair fall forward across my cheek.

The hand I lift to try brushing it away... doesn't rise.

Her warm palm pets my cheek, as she brushes the bothersome hairs away.

Before long, I find myself supported by Yumei-oneechan, reclining into her.

Maybe it's kind of like... the feeling you get on a cold morning, when you don't want to get out of the futon.

For a moment, I had forgotten about the cut.

The warmth of her palm, as it presses down to seal the wound, mixes with the heat of the it and melts together.

Such a pleasant temperature, like a bath prepared just right.

My eyelids are heavy, and I have to remember to keep them open... but it's a little too cold to sleep.

Looking for warmth, I gather my strength in arms that don't really respond, and try pressing myself deeper into her.

With great strength, Onee-chan tightens her embrace around me.

As it grows distant, Yumei-oneechan's beautiful voice, like a lullaby, feels so wonderful in my ears.

I sink into a dull, thick slumber.

Ahh... she's so warm.

I feel so happy.

When we wake up tomorrow, I wonder what we'll do?

Tomorrow's the day of the festival, so maybe we'll search for yukata together... and go look at all the shop stands...

I see tomorrow, in my dreams.