Three months had passed since Asha and I started going out.

“I dreamed of myself wearing a Japanese kimono…”

One morning, Asha said as she curled up under the white sheets on the bed like a cat.

“Have you ever worn one?”

“Never, but there I was, wearing a kimono like any old thing. Had the obi and everything. While others around were wearing the usual clothes, I was the only one in it. Very interesting dream.”

The dazzling ray of the morning sun was creating a lovely design on the curtain that swayed with the breeze.

“Hey, what did the Japanese traditionally wear to go to sleep? A kimono?”

Asha asked as she fiddled around with the edge of the curtain from the bed.

“In the olden days, they would wear a yukata, kimono made of this thin cotton fabric. With a formal kimono, you have an inner layer called juban, but with a yukata, you wear it directly over your skin. It was originally what you wore in the house after bath, but now people wear one to go outside during the summer.”

“I know yukata! I’ve seen it in a photo. So, a yukata is a pajama for the Japanese. And you wear nothing underneath. That sounds really comfy,” she said almost excitedly.

“But today, I doubt many wear one to go to sleep.”

“I love pajamas. I think it’s the fashion for going to sleep, very exciting. Just when you are about to hit the pillow, the pajama has that divine texture and wear. It’s the most comfortable clothes ever. I can understand why the Japanese would go out with a yukata. I want to go out in my pajamas!”

“But I guess you won’t find anyone doing that!”

“Exactly!” and we started rolling over, laughing.

“But it would be nice to see a pajama you can go out in. Like a stylish ensemble, you know, like the clothes to travel through a world of dreams…”

On that note, she picked up the notebook next to her bed and happily started jotting down her ideas.

“Clothes to sleep in, what a lovely thought.”

She said and once again curled up in bed with a big pillow.