Tokyo Dreaming

I dream of real life anime boys in Tokyo Japan. A man with jet black hair, soft delicate features, deep eyes, and pouty lips (Watashi wa Tōkyō umare no anime no otokonoko o yumemiru. Jettoburakkuhea, yawarakai sensaina kinō, fukai me, soshite kuchibiru no yōna kuchibiru o motsu otoko).

I’m American on vacation still with my luggage in hand on my way to the Airbnb. The Airbnb is a tall building and one of the apartments is mine for the week. And there he is. He speaks. “If it’s your first time here let me know if you need any help (Sore ga hajimete no baai wa, nanika tasuke ga hitsuyō ka dō ka watashi ni shirasete kudasai).” His voice is husky and enticing. I reply. “Thank you (Arigato).” I want him to knock at my door, I want him to speak again, I want him to smile again, I want him. All of him. I’m not thinking straight. I go to open the door. I’m going to ask him for help. And there he already is. The anime soon becomes real.