Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)
You guys remember the Tokyo-earthquake that happened some time ago? This incident took place at the same time.
It was the midnight hour, and, I, like any sane person, was sleeping soundly on my bed. Unfortunately, my sleep was soon taken away from me by the telephone’s frantic ringing.
Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I hope it’s not the news of some relative’s death. Maybe, it’s a call from some sales-company trying to scam people off at the late hour.
Anyway, I need to pick it up.
“Ah–Did I wake you up? I did!”
That was the voice of my friend who lived nearby.
“Don’t ‘Wake you up’ me, you idiot-kun! What do you need at this hour?” the annoyance was audible in my tone.
At the very moment, the ground started shaking side-ways violently–the sign of an imminent earthquake.
“What the…? Earthquake…Is your run-down shabby house gonna be okay? Lol” I jested.
However, there was no reply from his side. Maybe, he just hung up.
I retreated back to my room to sleep once again. I opened the door to my bedroom.
The scene that I witnessed in that room was not something I was expecting. A few magazine and two dumbbells had fallen from the book-shelf right onto my bed. Had I been sleeping on the bed, I would have been squashed by those things.
I put those things aside and went to sleep.
The next day, I went to my friend’s house to apologize to him. The friend, however, had no recollection of ever calling me yesterday’s night.
Strange, isn’t it.
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