xcleroy

Sand Storm. For her. Twice. I walked through the gnarliest sand storm just to mail my crush a letter! She'd better be worth it!

No, Kidding! I know she is! But, twice! I'm Successfully writing her every day, but I put a set of dog tags in this envelope and it would fit in these stupid Middle Eastern mailboxes! Unbelievable! So I trudged in what I thought was the general direction of the post office. I couldn't tell. Too much sand being blown in my face. I just closed my eyes and walked forward, looking up and cracking one eye occasionally to make sure I didn't run into anything.

I got that first letter mailed, but I didn't want there to be a gap in letters since they get to her faster if I pay postage. So I blindly stumble to my hideout in the chapel where my surely damned soul shouldn't be allowed entrance, and pulled another letter out of my ass. Not sure how. Whenever I write her, I have no plan, it just works somehow.

I thought that the storm would have blown over by the time I was done writing. Wrong. It was worse. I closed my eyes and stumbled back to the mailbox, only chancing a glance at my feet every so many steps.

I made it home though. I'm pretty sure there is a boulder in my eye and I am made of sand and dirt. Like Ken in the Hokuto No Ken movie...and you have no Idea what I'm talking about...

I was made of sand and dirt. I showered. I needed that. It's like 10AM. Late. I need sleep...