Sleep as a Hobby

Gloomy gray sky is heavily pouring
I’m grouping with tourists; wearing a cheap yellow raincoat, and head towards the next sight.

I guess I was stuck in a room too long…
My friends hurled in, dragging or rather kidnapping me to this dismal ‘outdoor’ tour.

Old artifacts with interesting histories are shown beside a lake wharf.
Must have been something if not are for this damned weather.

Why touring in this thunderstorm?

Flap, flap
A strong rainstorm makes it hard to keep my eyes open.
My snickers are sloppy wet, and my clothes are soaking; cold and discomforting.
It is outrageous!!!
I want to go home~~!! Rolling and reading books and eating tangerines
I want to be LAZY~~!!

“Wedgie eee ~~ Ha Ha Ha”

My blood pressure… my vain… is sky rocketing.
My demonic friend is laughing so gaily… Tease-ya! Tease-ya! … With his Youth Power

I push so-called Baldy into the dark lake.
(I did not forget to give a forgiving Buddha smile)
“Bye~”

“Eh? SPLASH~ Ark~~!! Help~ Help me~”

Get that~ loser (^_^)
I feel much lighter seeing him desperately trying to get out of that wild lake.

Passing such frivolous episode,
In this chaotic, mind-blowing weather, I endlessly followed the person in front of me.

Then I see… the most peculiar show-case.
Glass beyond this gray horrifying weather… shows a totally different world.
Feels like looking into a warm, cozy café in a freezing winter storm.

It looks as if… it’s from other unknown dimension,
Somewhere not in this timeline.

People are having an outdoor party in one warm spring day.
Everyone, including a butterfly, is frozen with its warm sunny light
As if they are in a ‘stop motion’ spell.

Our guide says they are made out of wax,
But it looks too real, too lively.

Seems as if even airs stop motioning
A little child chasing a puppy,
His clothes are gently touched by a gentle wind.

A group of high-class ladies wearing light, clean clothes
Sit on an old couch,
Giggling and laughing about the newest fashion.
Are stopped

Gentlemen carrying their pipes, steaming with smoke
Sit around a glass table, playing cards

A submissive servant serves lemonade
To a gentleman with a beard of Charlie Chaplin

In this wonderful, almost perfect, scene,
There is a strange man who seems to be out of the picture.

He looks as if he is out casting the world,
Like an ugly duckling, he blankly stands alone in a corner,
Carrying his antique watch.

He certainly is no different from those gentlemen.
He wears old-fashion but clean suits with his whiskers.
Except for the fact he doesn’t looks sociable, he ‘is’ one of them.
But he is coldly ‘gazing’ at the whole scene… like us… the tourist.

A sudden question arises; did he bewitch them?

Anyway I wonder when they would wake up.
Everyone is playing Ice~!!
So I’d like to CRACK them free~ (he he)

Like ducklings following its parents
Keeping a line and orders
Others have faintly wobbled their ways with Guide

I am still thinking… deeply
And end up missing the crowd in this midst of terrifying storm.

Hmm…. this might be a 3D version of a picture… maybe…
It’s a sight reminding me Sleeping Beauty.

Someone tap lightly on my shoulder,
Calling me; Hey~
With husky voice is my long lost Baldy.

Somehow soaked to his bones like sunken mice
Shivering with a pale face
Poking my guilt conscious.

He is covered with seaweed and has no right shoe,
Wearing only a wet sock.

“Let’s get inside.”
I bundled him with my raincoat and pushed in the opposite direction
Of where others have gone to.

But he would not budge.

What?
Does he still want to tour? I glared at him with frustration.

I flinch back a little… somehow he has a cold look
Without any warning… he pushes me hard…
Toward the glass wall…

“Eh?”
Shockingly… I went through the glass wall… without any resistance…

“Huh?”
I confusingly stare at him. What was that for?
Then he gave the most spiteful smile I’ve ever seen and said,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

CRACK~!