This is for you—
The sky was grey when I woke up, but I smiled anyway. My blankets were warm
and soft, and I hugged them close and thought of you. You were the first person
I talked to today. I regaled you with long exposition about the posters on my
wall and the books on my shelf, the clothes in my dresser and the rug on my
floor, the cards and trinkets and other paraphernalia I had collected which
all seemed important to share. I chewed my gum in class and wondered if you
liked peppermint, wintergreen or cinnamon more. When you tell me about your
grandfather’s cottage I think—
It would be nice to meet you there.