YMYM-026 Yami Yami Alcohol/A woman who makes puddles on the bed due to the tide

One spring Saturday, late at night, 11pm. In a back alley off the main street, I found a woman sitting alone in a flowerbed, asleep. She’s a young woman. Moreover, her face was so beautiful when she slept. Shake her to wake her up and listen to her story. Her eyes drifting vaguely towards me, her eyes still unfocused, and she begins to speak in a voluminous manner. ……I was on my way home from the after-party of my wedding. I drank too much and couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell asleep on the roadside. It was the wedding of a friend of a friend, someone I had barely spoken to. Every time I attend a wedding, I feel gloomy and meaningless… I decided to take her out to a nearby pub and have a few more drinks. Eventually, she sees off the last train and visits my house with unsteady steps. As soon as I laid down on the bed, I fell into a deep sleep. As I watched her slowly take a deep breath, I began to think. Only a few hours left until dawn. It’s a long night, but now the real thing begins…