女はベッドに立っている。

In a small, sunlit apartment in the heart of Tokyo, Miko stood on her bed, her bare feet sinking slightly into the soft comforter. The early morning light poured through the sheer curtains, casting a delicate glow over her tousled hair and the myriad of mismatched pillows that adorned her bed. Today was the day she would finally take ownership of her dreams.

Miko had always been a dreamer, a trait instilled in her by her grandmother, who used to tell her fantastical tales of brave heroines overcoming insurmountable odds. “One must stand tall to conquer the world, even if it’s just on the bed,” her grandmother would say, a twinkle in her eye. Miko often imagined herself as one of those heroines, but as she entered her twenties, the weight of reality began to smother those dreams like a thick fog.

She had graduated from university not long ago, and after a brief stint in a corporate office, she felt like