Welcome to my Munchkinland

Isn't it a morning as every other. I wake up and can't remember this night's dream.
There were red slippers in it. And a yellow road.
But I can't remember precisely, I feel all rusty.
So I open my eye, they always make this wreck noise when opening.
Too bad they didn't came with wipers, because all I can see is a long metal thing. But what is this thing? It's a tin nose... curious.
I feel the urge to do something, I feel my all body turning into decay. So I take this tin hat on the chair near the door and walk out. I feel bad not being able remembering this dream. But shure I know were I'm going.
So I go and here I am, in front of a place called Starbucks, it's in Azabu Juban.


I enter, I am in for oil. Yes, it would be a good way to stop the noise my all body makes. Rust and metal, my all body is a wreck.
It's small. Of course, there are two floors, but still. I feel good, yet don't feel for a stay.
Atmosphere: 1/5
Noise: 5/5
Service: 3/5
Space: 2/5
- Do you have oil?
- No, but we sure have pancakes... You could use a little maple syrup?
This maple syrup is a bless kind one, better than any oil. All my body runs smoothly now. And wait a second... I remember all know. I have a tin nose and a tin hat and, in fact, all a tin body for I'm the tin man.
And this dream? What was it about? That's when the music came out of the speaker. It is America:

"Oz never did give nothin' to the Tin Man, that he didn't—didn't already have."

That was what was all the dream about: I was looking for a heart with some friend. That is when the question arouse in my tin brain: Why going so far beyond the clouds to look for a heart that already lies within a coffee shop in Azabu Juban?

Why couldn't I look as cool as Iron man?...