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I woke up to the bell of my alarm clock. The morning sun is dazzling, as usual,
and I blow away my dreamy state of mind with a piping hot cup of coffee.
My kitty-tongue can't handle hot food, so I gently blow on it
but next to me, curled up in a ball, still asleep, is a kitten named Pochi.
How do you always forget about such ambiguous things?
Spiraling labyrinths, even the signals of the universe, you ignore them all!
I gazed mesmerized at the kitten-kitty-cat, crossing the crosswalk.
As ice cream melted by the summer sun falls, it's acceleration and velocity increases.
Swinging through the sky, shoes kick off the ground and trace a parabola through the air
and once directly beneath them, cycle again. People change, it's the magic of summer.
At the intersection, our meeting place, I traced the locuses of people coming and going
and I found your profile, illuminated by the dazzling neon lights.
You just blink your cat eyes at me - It's so cute! -
and I just have to run up and squat next to you, because you're a kitten named Miku.
How do you always forget about such proper things?
Logical, theoretical thought, even the earth's gravity, you ignore it all!
On a scenic flight, strolling through the sky, I arrive at that kitten-kitty-cat's gaze.
How can you just blow off the trajectory of Jupiter, Venus, the mysteries of the universe?
The globe I placed on my desk spins round and round through seven and a half rotations.
The galaxy whirls at the speed of light. It's the magic of midnight.
Making astronomical observations with a mesmerized gaze, the kitten-kitty-cat takes off into the night sky.
The electric current goes over the limit, the power goes out, and the time capsule turns back time.
I turn off the bell of my alarm clock. Back to sleep. Why don't I let it go off two, three more times...?
Let this dream on my mind continue on and on. It's the magic of walking with you.