6. Letter
Letter
Jackson,
The name is a very long story, and quite honestly, one I am a bit embarrassed to tell you.
I mean, I hardly know you! But I’ll admit, it’s strange how quickly I’ve come to rely on these letters.
It’s terrifying, actually, risking exposure to a stranger, but you’re the only person I trust right now to break the crushing monotony of this place without asking too many questions.
Yeah, I agree, closing my eyes isn’t the best idea out here, but sometimes I just need a minute to imagine that I’m not in the middle of a war.
Waves crashing around you? I’m assuming you live by the beach.
I guess you can surf then, too. God, I’m not jealous at all right now.
Seriously, the contrast between your life and mine is a little absurd.
You’re probably worrying about traffic, and I’m making sure my gear is packed tight enough to last another week in this hell.
Sometimes I forget there’s a world out there where people get sunburnt instead of frostbitten.
I’m going to pass on the burnt bacon, thanks though, however, it would probably taste better than the food we have here!
Tell me, if you could eat anything right now.
What would it be? I miss double chocolate cookies.
At this point, I think I’m missing all real food.
My current diet consists of food that tastes suspiciously like cardboard and industrial lubricant.
I seriously cannot wait to get the biggest cookie and cover it in ice cream!
God, how did we get onto the topic of food?
As for that giant king bed… Well, it really depends on whether someone is waiting for you in it. My single bunk definitely isn’t up to king bed standards. I can imagine crisp white sheets, pillowy soft cushions… ok, I think we need to keep off the bed talk, too!
I can see the stars tonight. We moved to a different base. Honestly, I wouldn’t change places with Brody; he deserves the best bed and the best view.
Splash