Chapter 7: ?
"I hope they come." I think to myself as I write the finishing words into the final letter. "I hope they all come soon." I get up and grab an envelope from the coffee table at the center of the room. It and my writing desk are my only pieces of furniture in this room but they're all I need.
I lick the envelope and seal the letter in. "The last one." I say to myself. I look outside the window. The morning sun is beginning to rise and soon the mailman will arrive. I go outside and place the letter in the mail box.
My work is done.
I go back inside to fix myself a cup of coffee. It's no fun when you feel exhausted all the time but still have trouble sleeping at the same time. I wish my body would just pick one.
But that's fine. Once they return here, all my problems will be solved. It's just a matter of waiting.
My cup is done. I take it and sit in my chair, turning it to face away from the desk and toward the wall where my only other decoration hangs.
"I've sent the final letter. I imagine it'll be a week of two before they arrive." I say to the splintered plank wood, it's smile cracked in half by the passage of time.
I take a sip from my cup and look back at it. "I can't wait till they return. Do you feel the same way, Plank?"
(This is the longest I can make it without giving away spoilers)
