asleep

Yo-shi-hi-ro is like this giant ball of energy, you know—I just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I’m not just talking about some sort of physical energy. The thing I felt was something that came bubbling up from inside him, you know, something that will never run out, something extremely intellectual. I feel like just being with him makes it possible for me to keep hanging, turning into something new, like I’ll be able to make my way to someplace really far away, but in a way that’s totally natural.

When exactly did I give myself over to sleep? When did I stop resisting…? I used to be so lively, I was always wide awake—but when was that? So long ago it felt like ancient times.

Sarah, from “Night and Night’s Travelers,” from Asleep by Banana Yoshimoto