I flip through all 300 hundred channels and find nothing on at all that I care to watch, so I start over again in hopes that something has magically changed on the guide in the past two minutes; still nothing. What a waste, I determine. “And I’m so comfortable too,” I say out loud to myself as I get up off the sofa to search for my Kindle. Guess I’ll do some reading instead. I lead such an exciting life.
Something captures my attention out of the corner of my eye as I’m walking through the living room. There’s a white envelope on the floor, just in front of the door. I’m surprised by this because it would have taken some work to slide that under the door; and how did I miss that when it was happening? Maybe someone shoved it under there when the music was up and I just didn’t hear it. Hmmm, how long has that been there?
I slowly tiptoe over the envelope and carefully pick it up, like it’s going to bite. I turn it over and see ‘Raven’ handwritten in black marker across the front of it. What in the hell is this? I start to develop a strong feeling of dread as I head towards the kitchen cabinet to dig in the drawer for the letter opener.
Carefully I slice open the top of the envelope and pull out a letter that has been typewritten. I quickly skip to the end to see who it’s from before reading it. No Fucking Way…
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