Dear Wrenbird,
You know what I love the most about Christmas?
Cookies.
Nice, warm, fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies.
Chocolate chip, to be precise.
My god.
The chocolate melting in your mouth.
And the warmth of it all on your tongue.
It's just so mouth-wateringly delicious.
You know what I'd love even more than that, though?
Kissing you under the mistletoe.
Insert winky face here.
December 12,
Koda
YOU ARE READING
Letters from a Comatose Patient
Teen Fiction❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
