"finished"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Shanghai, 2009.10.27
We'd had a long day, and The Boy was exhausted. We'd been doing a fair bit of walking and everywhere we went The Boy had people smiling and greeting him and wanting to touch him. It all seemed a bit overwhelming, so he had a couple of deep naps during the day.
During the second of the three naps, he spoke in his sleep. Stirring, he said, "owari" ("finished") quite clearly then went back to sleep.