Dreaming Awake

January 3rd, 2014.

The letters that filled the boys bag could have told and started anyone's story.

Maybe it was by sheer luck, could have been on purpose or fate, that he got curious when he saw the violet paper, and picked the card up. Golden little swirls ran all up and down the fragile paper, it smelled of lilacs.

He liked the paper, and he decided that he would deliver this one first. The young man wasn't as unique as the paper was, he thought. But he liked the paper, he thought, it was one of those uniquely beautiful things.

Some would call it coincidence that the bus he was on just happened to stop in front of the old Victorian house on Williams Street.

It was actually an intentionally placed suggestion so that the right thing would happen in the right place at the right time.

He had an eye for the worlds fabulously hidden relics, that's what made him so unique but he'd never know.

That's the price of the preservation of beauty, speciality, and kindness.

As the little metal doors on the city bus opened, he took in the image of the house. Blue wood, three story, and a neat cobblestone sidewalk up to the door.

The bus had driven all the way back through the brush up to the circle drive.

He thought, this stop might be for someone else, he stepped out and waited for another to fallow, but no one did.

The bus driver man just winked at him as the boy gathered his confused thoughts.

Seeing that the letter needed to be delivered, he set off up the sidewalk.

The cold wind was not kind as he walked between the somehow luscious trees in the winter of Brook-towne.

He pulled the scarf tighter up around his neck, and brushed back his red hair.

His hands still firmly held onto the letter as he pressed the door bell button, he could have just put it in the mail slot, but he was curious- who could this interesting little letter be to?

The old chiming of actual bells surprised him, he rarely heard anything but prerecorded bells for door bells. He had already decided he liked this house.

Was it possible to be in love with a house?

He thought to himself.

The age of the house showed though, as the footsteps made strange creaking sounds off the boards.The clicking of the door opening caused the boys heart to speed up.

The air conditioning sent a gush of man made wind into his face and a billion strands of glorious golden hair too.

"I'm sorry! Haha! The air conditioning does...that..." He stared at the two bluest eyes on gods green earth, a lump formed in his throat as he searched for words.

"Hey, are you that mail boy-?" She asked curiously looking at his bag.

He stumbled back, half nodding and holding his breath.

She grinned back at the flustered boy.

"I have a letter for you." he blurted out, and mashed all his words together at once.

The girl giggled and looked at the precious purple paper in his hands.

"That?" she reached for it, looking into the boys green eyes, still smiling.

He nodded.

He'd never seen this girl before, she must have been new.

Secretly he had been hoping she would open it at the door, but she was called away by some adult in the house and the door shut.

Disappointed, and dazzled by the young girl who was "Mace" he wondered back down the street.

It was time to deliver the rest of the letters.

My second story!!! I've decided to write something else while I'm stuck on "Surviving", I hope you like this one, dear reader.

  -Daughterone-Celeste-LOJO- Lauren-Tomato-Bradley(with all my names)