“Weren’t we all the same as children?” Eiko asked. “All of us, destined to become beautiful brides in fluffy white dresses!” She giggled to herself. “Where did we go wrong?”
Isn’t that what keeps life interesting?” I replied. “And who knows? Next year you could be somebody’s wife. No one knows what will happen.”
“Sometimes I think it would be wonderful just to stay the way I am forever, just kick back and space out during the afternoon thinking about all the exciting things that the night will bring, all the naughty things I might take part in.” She snickered again.
“Well,” I said, “Aren’t you the happy one.”
She squinted her tiny nose and laughed.
Dawn was breaking as we said good-bye. I saw her off by watching her small body disappear into the background, her high heels clapping along, echoing in the early morning city.
My drunkenness, the sunrise, the bright sky, and a friend who was leaving.
If I had died in my fall I would have missed that morning - that splendid sunrise over Tokyo.
— Banana Yoshimoto, Amrita