"Konnichiwa" A voice calls out, foreign, disembodied. Once again but louder- "konnichiwa!"
I walk dripping from the shower to the bedroom. Upon my bed a fresh white towel lay folded and upon that my 'phone. Vibrating, It's her.
Two women in my room -one does the bidding of the other- The ring-tone female and Japanese.
I place the 'phone upon the dresser, take the towel from off the bed and dry myself. I lay upon the fresh sheets and sigh. She calls again.
The voice enquires: "Konnichiwa" the tone becoming increasingly irritable. I stare at the ceiling. She calls again. I turn my back on her enquiry and lay staring with my eyes closed waiting...