Upon entering the hall of Abe Miyu's cabin, the ostentatious luxury that reminded him of fictional images of imperial palaces impressed Haruki. And the singer imagined whoever drew had should have inspired himself by fantasy rather than reality.
Miyu was sitting on a magnificent couch, and a black kitten was sleeping in her lap. She looked up intently, as if she was seeing something Haruki didn't see. It seemed almost as she was reading something in the air.
'Miyu-chan must have been waiting a long time,' he concluded as he looked at the long green dress, jewelry, and meticulous and fresh-looking makeup. She was beautiful, a girl becoming a woman.
And she was sitting there patiently waiting for her date for the prom, with her kitten on her lap. He sympathized with her. Her adult self wanted to live fresh adventures. Her child self still wanted the company of her pet.
