Write a scene to this.
How my own idiocy turns around to save me:
Me: stuffing big hardcover book into my smaller bag (I really didn’t want to carry a bigger bag), being surprised that it actually fits, not realising that it only fits because my wallet is not there.
Me: hour later on the train, finally realising why the book was able to fit. Realising that no wallet means no coffee money and no lunch money. Trying to think if 900 yen ($9) I probably have on my train card will be enough to by something… somewhere.
Me: 5 mins later, sticking my hand in my pocket and finding my credit card, which I forgot there when I went out to convenience store 3 days ago.
I usually never carry cards in my pockets.
And now my one slip-up saves me from my another slip-up.
This band should be 1000 times more recognised and appreciated than it probably is.
They speak right to the soul, sometimes a bit too much, and I don’t think I’ve met any other English-speaking band do it like they do.
I was running through crowds and fighting some people in funny hats with a sabre that didn’t feel entirely real in my hand… in my dream tonight.
And my brother (who was fighting with some sort of naginata) decided to get married in the middle of all that. And I was the only one on his side of the family (hiding my sabre behind my back), and the mother of the bride cried when she thanked me for coming.
And then the enemies came, I shouted ‘Battle formation!’ and woke up.
… and I don’t even have a brother.