This is a continuation of my previous post, Night in a Japanese Gay Bar
It was morning in Japan when you can hear birds chirping. The morning sun peeked from the curtain, and shine in to Kanata’s room.
Before I continue, let me warn you that this post is going to be ‘expressed’; I will not be checking on my spellings, and I would not be bothered if I am grammatically right. At such ungodly hours, this is the best that I can do (and probably laughing at myself later)
I could feel Kanata’s breath landing on my face in the early spring morning. I looked at Kanata’s closed eyes, I put out an arm, and tried to hold him closer to me.