Editing Maria Sama Ga Miteru:Volume12 Chapter2 (section)

===Part 1===
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Why is it impossible to go to sleep, only when one must quickly get as much sleep as possible for the next day -- like the day before an outing, or after staying up through the night for an exam?

''I must sleep. I must sleep.'' This forced idea would only force one awake, that's for sure. However, if one tries to hint oneself 'Don't think ''I must sleep'',' what waits ahead is just the inescapable bottomless swamp of sleeplessness. One will just sink deeper and deeper, and find no way to escape.

This effect manifests itself in the opposite way during times that one must not fall asleep, like in a lesson. ''I must not sleep. I must not sleep.'' Such commands will somehow be interpreted in the brain as urge to sleep.

So why not try giving the opposite command this time -- "I must not sleep" when early sleep is needed?

Unfortunately, the idea "I must sleep to prepare for tomorrow" was already stuck in a corner of the brain, so as expected, there is not way such a command could help with sleeping.

Because of that, when Yumi set foot in her dreams that night, it was already around two hours after she got into bed. Three hours was left before the alarm clock would be ringing.



"Good moooorning."

Yumi walked down the stairs with a grimace.

The morning came too early. Her eyelids didn't obey her brain to open. It was only five in the morning, that's why.

"Good morning, Yumi-chan. How great it is that it would be sunny today!"

Mom turned to Yumi with a smiling face from the kitchen, as she was making onigiri<ref>Japanese rice balls: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onigiri </ref>.

"What about breakfast? Do you feel like eating?"

"Hummmm"

What do you think, Yumi asked her stomach. Normally her stomach firmly feels like eating from the morning, but now her internal organs all seemed to be in a sleepy state.

"If you don't want rice, at least eat some yogurt. An empty stomach makes you easy to turn sick on vehicles."

"Okay."

Yumi opened the fridge and took out cereal, yogurt and strawberry jam. Her eyelids finally felt less heavy opening and closing when she was mixing stuff in her cafe au lait bowl.

On the dinning table lined neatly some wrapped umeboshi onigiri.

"I have prepared a lunchbox, so please help yourselves on the train. The lunchboxes on the trains are not bad, but somehow look dreary. For outings, mom's onigiri are to be expected!"

Mom unfastened the plastic basket lid enough that Yumi could see how it was. Inside was herb covered deep fried white fish, grilled bacon wrapped asparagus with cheese, and grilled cherry tomatoes.

"That is splendid!"

Yumi muttered while eating her yogurt with cereal in it. It was the standard menu lunchbox for outings that her mother always makes. It seemed that mom enthusiastically woke up early this morning to make them.

"I have packed enough for two people, so eat it with Sachiko-sama, ok?"

"Thanks so much! Looks delicious."

Being appreciated for her work, Mom was so pleased that she started to share her profound knowledge on cherry tomatoes' calyx. Just as Mom reached without reserve the topic of when is the best timing to wrap seaweed on onigiri, Dad entered the dining room with sleepy eyes, scratching his head.

"Oh, an outing?"

From the plate of leftover side-dishes, Dad picked a tomato and put it into his mouth.

"Yup."

"Oh it is today! That day for Yumi to stay at the Ogasawara's summerhouse. When and where are you meeting again?"

"5:50 at the gates of M Station. Dad, you said you would drive me to the station, right?"

"Oh, that's right."

''Whoa.'' Dad clapped his hands once, reached out in the key case for his keys, and thrust his hand out.

''Whoa, Whoa. Dad looks like he is going to jump into the car any minute. Before that, Dad, do something to your pajama, your five o'clock shadow, your bedhead and the gum around your eyes!'' Yumi pushed Dad on his back and first led him to the bathroom.

Just at that time.

"Dad, you are just too good to Yumi. If it was for me, you will definitely just say 'Get off your butt and go!'"

Probably awoken by the noise on the first floor, Yuki got down from the second floor without anyone noticing, and was standing at the corridor outside the bathroom.

"Mornin'"

"Mornin'"

Wearing pajamas crumbled during sleeping, Yuuki looked like an exact copy of Dad. Even their sleeping habits were astonishingly similar. ''What's it about those two?''

"Yumi-chan is a girl, that's why."

Dad said as he squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

"And, she is so cute! I would never let her walk alone in a deserted street, and be abducted by some bad guy!"

"We are so blessed that you are our father!"

Yuuki laughed.

True. It is already so great for him to point to his own daughter and claim unabashedly that she is so cute. Giving him a hug in return would be nice, but Yumi suppressed the idea as Dad was brushing his teeth. It would be a little problematic to leave the bathroom smeared with toothpaste foam.

"Haim wot hurried habout Huhi hor hat, horse his a buy."

Suddenly Dad said something alien.

"What?"

Haim what? Yumi would like to ask for clarification, but Yuuki translated before that.

"I'm not worried about Yuuki for that, because he is a guy, Dad said."

"Oh."

Invoked by such a line, Yumi gave a look at the human translation-machine.

"...Hey!"

Noticing what Yumi was thinking about, Yuuki restrained his sister with a grim face that screamed "You don't dare to say anything unnecessary."

Of course not.

Dad. Your son is a guy, but he is so cute that he is being pursued by some bad guy now! -- Such words Yumi could never say, even if someone forced her mouth open.

Eluding from each other's glance, the Fukuzawa siblings did their routine errands in the morning, as if nothing had happened.

An agreement was reached: let the line they heard that morning be flushed down the bathroom drain, together with the water that washed Dad's shaver.