He woke up, his hair messed up.
He stretched and yawned, the sun peeping in through the curtains.
He trudged out of his room, rubbing the sleep in his eyes.
He collected the mail and newspaper from the doorway and got himself some cereal and milk from the kitchen counter.
A peach envelope stared up at him as he sifted through the mail which was mostly the bills due that month.
He tore open the envelope.
The letter was in purple ink and cursive letters written out carefully.
" It makes my day when you give me a smile,
I get the best feeling when you look at me and say 'hi!'
I know for the minute that you thought of me,
You take my breath away when you lock your beautiful eyes with mine.
You paint my world in colours,
Your canvass is my heart.
Sometimes I think about you late at night,
I don't know why,
In those dreams bursting at the seams,
i am looking for your smiles.
Why am I obsessed with you?
Its not like I don't have things to do.
But in the middle of the day...
I often dream of me and you flying away."
The letter was anonymous.
He wished he knew who she was.
