One spring Saturday, 11pm.
In a back alley off the main street, I found a woman sitting alone in a flowerbed, asleep.
She is a young woman. What's more, she had a surprisingly beautiful sleeping face.
She shakes her awake and listens to her story.
While her unfocused gaze drifts vaguely towards me, she begins to speak in a voluminous manner.
……He was returning from the after-party of the wedding.
She drank too much and couldn't resist her sleepiness and fell asleep on the roadside.
It was a wedding of a friend of a friend that I had hardly ever talked to.
Every time I attend her wedding, I feel gloomy for no reason...
I decided to take her out to a nearby pub and have her drink a little more.
Eventually, after seeing her off for the last train, she visits my house with unsteady steps.
And soon after I laid down on her bed, I fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at her slowly breathing in her sleep, I thought about her.
It's only a few hours until dawn...
It's a long night, but the real thing starts from here...
