I'm worrying alone under the kotatsu.

I had a dream.

In it, I'm just sitting under the kotatsu alone in my grandfather's home, which had been torn down in reality.

A woman, whom I'm interested in, comes to this room, and puts a pair of books on the kotatsu. These books are two of J. G. Ballard’s novels, which I lent her only two days ago.

I ask her if she likes them, and she just reples that she likes them without any emotion. And then she leaves the room.

I'm worrying alone under the kotatsu.

Does she really like them? Can she read them only in two days? Has she really read them? Should I lend her books like J. G. Ballard's novels to an ordinary woman? What does she think about me liking books like J.G Ballard's novels?