An Alaskan Midnight

Chapter 9

Dear Lucy,

If a God exists, I pray to Him that we survive this winter, so I can see you again. I have missed you so much, and I wish I could see you again.

Since I'm not able to send you letters anymore, I have decided to write you every day and keep the letters in my desk. I don't know whether you'll ever see them, but I have to at least try.

The electricity is down because a tree fell on the electric box and water leaked into it, and we are trapped in the cabin by the snow. We hope there is enough firewood to last. Brett is asleep right now, but I'm still awake. Honestly, I don't know what to think of Brett. I think he likes me fine? At least I hope he does, sometimes it's hard to tell when I do something wrong and he gets frustrated. He's an awesome person, and I wish I were good enough to be his friend.

Anyways, I should probably try to go to sleep. We will likely take care of the tree tomorrow morning, and with the blizzard that will take a lot of energy.

I love you so much, and I think about you every day!
Forever yours,

Eddy

Eddy felt a tear roll down his cheek as he finished the letter. What if they never met again? He lay down on the couch and tried to fall asleep, but the cold air and tears running down his face prevented him. So he gave up and stared out the window, willing the sun to rise.

The next morning, they began to take care of the tree as Eddy predicted. Desperately fighting the howling wind and snow slapping on their face, Brett and Eddy worked together to bring it away from the house to make it easier to cut. The tree was incredibly heavy, little wonder it destroyed the electric box. After straining to move it over, the two of them dropped it, both hunched over and panting.

"Well," Brett panted. "Now we need to chop it up." Struggling to wade through the snow, which was now almost up to his hips, Brett got the axes and handed one to Eddy.

Together they worked on the tree, finally able to chop it into logs. Then came the next part, bringing the logs in the house. Eddy could see little black dots, and it was hard to see anything, but they had to keep going.

They heaved the logs inside. Eddy struggled to keep his balance and kept having to lean on random objects to keep from falling, to the point of even Brett noticing.

"Hey, you doing alright?" he asked.

Eddy tried to nod, but he stumbled over instead. Brett caught him before he crashed into the snow. "Here, I can take care of this. You haven't slept all night, I can tell with the dark circles under your eyes. You need a break, okay?"

Eddy simply nodded, stumbling into and crashing on the couch before he could even lie down.

By the time he woke up, Brett had finished. He was sitting next to Eddy, fast asleep and exhausted. Eddy looked down, noticing that both of them were covered by a blanket. Then he realized, even if he did make some stupid mistakes, Brett still liked him. Even though he wasn't able to finish chopping the wood, Brett had understood. He smiled over in Brett's direction, grateful to have such a loyal friend. Then he closed his eyes and nodded off to sleep again.