To the window without you, Alex.
I wanted to sent you a letter today, a response to the one you send me, the blue one, but you weren't there.
Your window was open, so were your curtains, but you weren't there.
I didn't want to just deliver your letter without seeing you, so you'll have to wait until next week to get it, I suppose.
In the meantime, I'll give you this, this is the fifth paper plane I folded, two are stuck on your roof, two I had to throw away because they wouldn't fly anymore. I hope this one will go in.
Until next week.
Sincerely, the neighborhood's mail carrier.
YOU ARE READING
The Person From The Future
General FictionIn the confines of my room it's calm, the sound of static and dimmed light filling the four walls around me. That is the way I prefer it. That is the way the town looks at night. When the sun rises and the town wakes up it is the complete opposit...
