Tonight I dreamt that I met Syaro at work. She was wearing her red tracksuit, and blushing furiously at some embarrassing mistake she'd made. At lunch time, a real bro of a coworker (dream-original character) helped me break the ice with her, and she poured me a drink with a smile that was worth a solar system.

Surely it was a masayume. What else could it be? I can't wait for Monday. C'mon weekend get off the way already be Monday be Monday be Monday.