Where is my prince charming? She asks herself. Do you know where my prince charming is? She also asks people around her. But no one tells her.—or they just don’t want to tell her the truth. The truth is—?
She feels she can’t think for herself at this time. Something is inside my heart. She murmurs. Maybe I couldn’t drink coffee anymore. Drinking a cup of coffee in the afternoon is the most happiness thing in a boring day. A beautiful ornate cup is better. She walks on the street, passing by a coffee shop, and thinking about how pretty the curtains are. She likes the mottled motifs on these curtains very much.
There are many books in the bookstore.—a lot of books lie on bookshelves. She loves bookstores. —Because of the unique ambiance. And the recently information she can get about new books. —of course I can get the news online, she says. But something is different. Can’t say.
The cars on the road look roughly. That recalls her unhappy experience of learning driving. But she still wants a car.—an azure blue one. She usually finds the car with the color she loves running on the road. Of course she always sees several more and has a vision of that someday she will own one.
White clouds are floating in the blue sky. She loves that beautiful scenery. Sky is always blue, and Clouds always are white. The streets always fill with people. The buildings are getting taller and taller. This city seems breathing hard. Fortunately, there is always a blue sky above us. She smiles.
Although taking a roundabout way is not in her plan,—always not—but she now thinks maybe it’s a good chance to go around. So she walks into her house, sitting down, opening the book, turning to the page she was read at last time—she knows, —she always knows, her prince charming is just over there.
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