Electricity from "Sombrero Fallout" by Richard Brautigan To some men the most beautiful sight in this world is a sleeping Japanese woman. The sight of her long black hair floating beside her like dark lilies makes them want to die and be transported to a paradise that is filled with sleeping Japanese women who never wake but sleep on for all time, dreaming beautiful dreams. Yukiko could easily have been the queen of such a paradise and reigned perfectly and majestically over a million sleeping Japanese women from horizon to horizon. Now this evening on Commonwealth Street in San Francisco she was the queen of her own sleep. Her breathing was slow and steady like the ticking of a clock in a castle. She was dreaming a luxurious dream about Kyoto. A warm autumn rain was falling in her dream. The rain was halfway between a mist and fine droplets. She had deliberately left her umbrella at home. She wanted to feel the rain touching her. She deliciously wanted to get slightly wet and this was what was happening and it made her feel good. If one bent very quietly over her sleeping form until they got very close to her, they would have smelled a warm feminine delicately humid perfume drifting upwards from her body that dreamed of walking through falling rain in Kyoto. Then one would have been tempted to reach down with their hand to see if there were tiny droplets of rain on her hair like diamonds of friendly electricity.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 15:48:35 +0000
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