Soon, the documents were taken into the big fancy government building and unpacked. Unluckily, the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence were in the same case. They sat there on the velvet plush cushion for what seemed like eternity. Day by day, they sat there, watching tourists come and gaze upon them, the documents that declared the country's freedom. For what felt like centuries, and actually was, the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence sat, next to each other but not with each other, both cought up in their own thoughts.
One day as the museum was closing, the Declaration decided to make the first move. It missed the Constitution, and would do anything to win it back. It rolled across the cushion to the Constitution was sitting. The DOI nudged the Constitution, feelings it's nice, aged paper. The Big C jumped, not realizing what had happened. The Constitution turned to the Declaration. It nudged the DOI back. They sat like that, together, for the rest of the night.
After that night, things were different. The documents had used to sit alone, but now they sat together. Each night, they spent each night cuddled up. They couldn't read eachothers words, they were tied up in ribbons, but they got as close as possible to each other.
One morning, the two documents split apart, getting ready for the daily floood of tourists, school groups, and cultured scholars. But unlike usual, the doors to the museum didn't open at 8:00. They didn't open at 8:01, or at 8:02. By 8:03, the documents knew something was wrong. Suddenly, the two documents felt as if they were moving. The glass case they were in was moving towards the doors at the end of the hallway.
Through the doors, they emerged in a cleaning area. The museum was being cleaned, and the documents were being refurbished.
The two documents were pulled out of their case, and their ribbons were untied. It was their chance. The lady who had brought them in there had left the room to find document refurbisher polish. The documents scrambled over to each other, desperately reading each other as if there was no tomorrow. The door opened, and the documents rolled apart, taking one last gaze at the other's words, wondering if it would be the last time they were together.
