Tomorrow is my birthday. ? I’m not a child *smiles* but I am a selfish woman so I have one small wish…
To share zaru soba with you, while sitting outside admiring the night sky. ? Curled up in your lap, with your hand on my hair, and to hear you say my name. ? No flowers, no songs, I just want to see you.
And make sure you’re getting a good meal -for once-. ? *mutters something about a chocolate cake the size of a zanbatou*
I wonder… is that possible? ? I’ll wear my hair down – after all, a birthday means that I don’t have to act my age and be a -proper- middle-aged lady. ? *laughs* ? Come make my birthday wish come true?