* * * * *<br/><br/><em>Dear mother,<br/>It might be the stress getting to me, but I had the strangest dream last night. Three strange girls, all cute in their own way, had come out of grandfather's dictionary and started to live in this apartment. After said something wrong, probably because of dream logic, I wound up sleeping with Kodama--</em><br/><br/>Kenji woke up with a gasp, the last phrase echoing within his mind several times as he came back to reality. At least the shock had freed him from his unbelievably lame dream, he thought. He really needed to find something interesting to do with his life, though. Wasn't he intending to do something about that? He had checked the dictionary, and--<br/><br/>Oh, right.<br/><br/>For a moment, Kenji didn't move, continuing to ponder life, the universe and everything while in Kodama's embrace. Sooooo, it wasn't a dream. ...He could get used to this...<br/><br/>Kenji was now up, having jumped out of bed at the speed of sound. "So... It wasn't a dream! ... ... Er, good morning, Kodama." He had no clock with which to tell wether he had slept long or not, but, with the amount of sunlight that filtered in where he opened the blinds, chances were he was well into the morning. Time to wake everyone, then, if it hadn't already been done.<br/><br/>"Hello, world!" he cheerfully exclaimed, flinging the door open, ready to begin his tour of the house for the other two women.