I wake up to the pounding of rain against my window, like a smith hammering flat heated metal. Sitting up, I throw away my covers and practically fly towards the open door. My cotton socks slip and slide on the smooth staircase as I rapidly descend in the hope of seeing my dad.
My rush was all for naught. He is already gone, off to work. Sighing, I turn away from Father's empty bedroom and shuffle to the kitchen to make some toast for breakfast. Lost in thought of what I would've told Father it burns, clouding out the rest of the sunshine in my early day. Not wanting to waste it I cover it in thick sticky jam to dull the horrendous taste of burnt bread. After that, I reach up and pull a thin chain that starts up the fan to clear the air of the stench.
I walk back up the stairs slowly to go get dressed but eventually decide to stay in my pajamas. I crawl back into bed and bundle all of my pillows and blankets around me the way I imagine my mother would've. I reach back, stretching my arm as far as it can get and pull a random book off of the shelf behind my headboard and begin to read.
Over thirteen hours later I am in the same position only asleep so I don't notice my dad come in and kiss me on the forehead before going to bed himself.
The next morning goes the same as before. Father is gone and I am sitting in bed reading another book, this one about a boy who finds a dragon egg and ends up going on quest after quest to fulfill his duty as a new Dragon Rider. It is a good book but I have read it before. I never seem to get tired of reading the same thing over and over yet I dearly welcome anything new.
Before I know it our grandfather clock downstairs is chiming a deep and long sound signaling noon. I have just gotten to an action filled part and slowly place my book on my bed, still reading as I do so.
Once I am downstairs I see the mail being pushed through the slot and run over to pick it up. It's all for Father. Walking into the kitchen I place the letters on the table for him.
A sandwich for lunch sounds good, doesn't it? I think to myself. Decidedly I grab two slices of white bread, jam, and peanut butter. Using a knife I spread the substances smooth and press them together completing my sandwich. Reaching up I snatch a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water.
Placing my meal before me I sit down at the table quickly and knock my water over, soaking the pile of mail.
"Oh no!" I whimper. I pick up a hand towel and wipe up my mess, drying each letter as best as I can.
That is when I notice it, a letter with my name on it that I hadn't seen before. The envelop was made of thick parchment and had no stamp. In emerald green ink it read:
Flipping it over I gaze at the seal of a large letter H. Surrounding it were four purple wax animals; A lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.