... it was like telepathy, our minds linking through the night. Every so often night plays these little tricks. A knot of air pushes quietly though the darkness, and a feeling that has converged in some far-off place tumbles down like a falling star and lands just in front of you, and then you wake up. Two people like the same dream. All this takes place in the space of a single night, and the feeling only lasts until morning. The next morning it gets lost in the light, and you're no longer even sure it happened. But nights like this are long. They continue forever, glittering like a jewel.

-- Goodbye Tsugumi (1989), Banana Yoshimoto (English translation 2002 by Michael Emmerich)