I wake up before the sun comes up and notice the lack of snoring in the next room. Sakashi never wakes up before late noon. I know I should worry but I can't bring myself to care.

I pull my cap further down on my head when I walk by the small mirror I have propped up against my dresser. It almost fell off, and I can't let that happen. I slept in my clothes from the day before. It's still clean. I walk back to the mirror and inspect my collar bone. It has red marks from the tweed. I hate tweed. Sakashi buys my clothes, I don't have money nor a job.

Downstairs it's quiet. That's odd because Sakashi is always banging pots around trying to make rice. He puts rice in everything; rice cakes, rice pancakes, rice and eggs, rice and soup, rice bread. It's not very appealing.

When I open the door to go outside the hot air hits me like a cart. It's foggy outside, everyone's least favorite day. I have to run errands for Sakashi, he needs vegetables and herbs. I say we need candy and meat. The markets are busy today, overrun with hapless travelers. Foreigners are the worst guests, they have no respect for our customs or our laws, not that we have many.

Sakashi barely gave me enough money to buy one carrot, nevertheless anything else. I turn back to go hassle him until I think I see his black hair among the crowd. Maybe he took the rest of the money with him and decided to go be an adult for once? While I muse on this I go to the luxury stall, it's outfitted with red silk and shiny gold.

The merchant gives me a hesitant smile while I look over his wares. I want to buy candy. I find that five pieces of chocolate are only one coin, so I buy them up along with three big blocks of caramel.

I walk back to Sakashi's, chewing on a small piece of caramel. Sakashi will be cross with me when I tell him I bought caramel. I collapse onto a pile of pillows once there. The days are so long, and the sun is sweltering. It was dark just a few minutes ago. I fall asleep.

I wake up to a buzzing in my ears and smoke seeping into the pitiful window near the front door. I wipe my eyes and clutch onto my bag of goodies possessively. I rise to look out the window before my balance is shaken by a loud boom. The only thing I can think is that we're being bombed, but that can't be right. We aren't at war with anyone, and this is an improper way to declare it.

I open the door and am assaulted with smoky air and sparks. My tongue burns. There are holes in the street, blood running into them. I clamp my hand over my mouth and look for Sakashi, knowing he isn't in the house. I run every which way, observing dead bodies and I balk, ready to vomit. I close my eyes and-

Wake up! I jump out of bed and tear away the curtains from my window, ripping them. My body is slick with sweat and I'm panting. It's a bright day outside, devoid of blood. I can hear Sakashi's snoring in the next room, and my heart aches. That was one of the most terrible nightmares to date.

War is terrifying.