If you meant something else — a poster, song lyrics, a longer story, academic analysis, or a different tone (romantic, suspenseful, humorous) — tell me which format and mood you want and I’ll produce that.
I’m not sure what you mean by “before waking up rika nishimura best.” I’ll assume you want a short, significant written piece (e.g., microfiction or vignette) titled “Before Waking Up — Rika Nishimura” that evokes mood and meaning. Here’s a concise, polished vignette:
There was a knock she didn’t expect — not at the door, but at the edges of her attention, a gentle insistence that today deserved a different answer. She let the knock remain unanswered for a moment, savoring the silence like a held breath. Then she pictured making coffee, writing a letter, calling someone who mattered. Small things, she thought. Enough.
Rika remembered the sound of rain as if it had a shape: soft fingers tapping the glass, a hush that smoothed the edges of everything inside the room. In that half-lit hour before the alarm, she learned the city’s small mercies — a cat’s distant yowl, the neighbor’s kettle, the elevator’s sigh — and carried them like talismans.
She kept a notebook on the bedside table, its corner creased from late-night lists and earlier apologies. Tonight she traced a phrase she’d waited a week for: small acts count. It wasn’t a revelation, only a permission. She folded the thought into her palm and felt how ordinary it was to be brave in increments.
Before Waking Up — Rika Nishimura
When the alarm finally threaded its way through the rain’s rhythm, Rika opened her eyes into a room she recognized as possibility. She rose not because she had to, but because she had already decided, in those soft pre-dawn minutes, what kind of small bravery she would collect and offer back to the world.