This is just a little drabble inspired by the nightmare I had last night…
Sophie stood on her porch after school with a curious gaze on a package leaning against her front door. The seventeen-year-old picked the lightweight cardboard up and ran her fingers across the red, white and blue designs that signified it came from the postal office across town. Looking on the upper left corner was her name written in neat handwriting almost like hers.
'Sophie Archer'
Yup, it was from the same person Sophie thought as she ran the countless similar packages she got in the past with the same handwriting. The same mysterious pen pal that left no return address and always seemed to know what she was up to.
But Sophie was not afraid, curiosity for the person who was sending the letters she received every week seemed to drive her to make friends with the stranger and reply, just to see their reaction.
Shivering, she suddenly remembered the cold October wind pulling her brown, wavy hair to and fro. So, with another glance at the letter clutched in her small hand, Sophie unlocked the door and walked in. Once Sophie closed her door and walked into the kitchen, dropping her backpack into a chair. Sitting in the chair next to her backpack Sophie opened the cardboard two items fell out. A piece of notebook paper and a silky crimson ribbon. Picking up the ribbon brown eyes sparkled in wonder at the gift she received from her self-proclaimed pen pal. The ribbon shimmered in the afternoon light of the uncovered window next to the kitchen table.
Setting the ribbon down the teenager picked up the single piece of paper. She read the few sentences written on the paper.
'I hope you like the ribbon, I found it awhile back and thought you would like it. And I saw your artwork on display at school the other day. I told you it was a good idea to draw that. Also, please be more careful how you go down the stairs at school, you almost fell twice this week, it made me worry.'
The familiar shiver ran down Sophie's spine as she remembered about how she did almost fall down the stairs at school yesterday and just two days ago. How this person knew about her daily clumsy acts intrigued her.
Getting up from her seat Sophie stretched and made her way down the hall with her backpack in tow to start on her homework and her reply. But, before she passed the spair room a thought came to mind. Looking back into the kitchen, past the piece of paper with the crimson ribbon glimmering in the high sun, to the window that was usually covered with a floral sheet that acted as a drap that would block out the rays of the sun.
"Wasn't that covered this morning…?" Sophie thought out loud.
