Sakura - Second Dream
She's in a kitchen - it's completely empty other than her, sparkling a brilliant, polished white.
Sakura isn't wearing her normal seifuku outfit, oh no - for whatever reason, she's dressed as a maid, black and white frills, short skirt, and the little frilly hat all together. However, if she notices anything strange about this, she doesn't acknowledge it. She's busy, after all.
There's a table full of onigiri - rice balls - in front of her, and she's dutifully making more; packing the rice around the diced-meat center, wrapping it up with a leaf of seaweed. For all her enthusiasm, though, the onigiri she's made look ... sadly misshapen. They're lumpy, they're unevenly sized, and the seaweed is falling off some of them. Sakura just keeps making them, though, not noticing the ones she's already made.
Eventually, she decides she's done, proudly loads the onigiri onto a giant serving platter, and exits the kitchen into a giant restaurant that stretches all the way across the horizon. They're all hungry, and they all need her onigiri, she knows ... though she doesn't know how she knows.
Sakura begins to pass out the onigiri to the customers seated at the tables, one by one, but she hasn't even gotten through ten tables when she - whoops! - trips in the high heels she was wearing, and watches the platter fly out of her hands in dismay. Sakura falls to the ground with a muffled oof! and before long, the serving plate and the rice balls fall all around her with a tremendous clatter. She has to cover her head as the food pelts her from the sky.
And all around her, the restaurant that stretches into the distance begins to laugh and applaud.
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W... that was... why would... *groans slightly, turning over in bed and pulling her pillow over her head*
What a dumb dream...
Sakura isn't wearing her normal seifuku outfit, oh no - for whatever reason, she's dressed as a maid, black and white frills, short skirt, and the little frilly hat all together. However, if she notices anything strange about this, she doesn't acknowledge it. She's busy, after all.
There's a table full of onigiri - rice balls - in front of her, and she's dutifully making more; packing the rice around the diced-meat center, wrapping it up with a leaf of seaweed. For all her enthusiasm, though, the onigiri she's made look ... sadly misshapen. They're lumpy, they're unevenly sized, and the seaweed is falling off some of them. Sakura just keeps making them, though, not noticing the ones she's already made.
Eventually, she decides she's done, proudly loads the onigiri onto a giant serving platter, and exits the kitchen into a giant restaurant that stretches all the way across the horizon. They're all hungry, and they all need her onigiri, she knows ... though she doesn't know how she knows.
Sakura begins to pass out the onigiri to the customers seated at the tables, one by one, but she hasn't even gotten through ten tables when she - whoops! - trips in the high heels she was wearing, and watches the platter fly out of her hands in dismay. Sakura falls to the ground with a muffled oof! and before long, the serving plate and the rice balls fall all around her with a tremendous clatter. She has to cover her head as the food pelts her from the sky.
And all around her, the restaurant that stretches into the distance begins to laugh and applaud.
****
W... that was... why would... *groans slightly, turning over in bed and pulling her pillow over her head*
What a dumb dream...