words: 446 BABY WOOO flowers: tulip (fame); pansy (you occupy my thoughts); zinnia (thoughts of absent friends) the letter came in the mail on a friday evening from my beloved friend, jordan. i opened it eagerly, but my mood shifted just as quickly when her message was just the same old greetings and check-ins. i know she was busy, but i missed her dearly and had wanted to meet up with my oldest friend. ever since she signed her first contract, she flew from country to country, booking thousands of auditions and filming hundreds of films. she was quite successful, but it seemed that the farther she flew, the farther our relationship stretched. i had thought about her often, going to every single show and premiere and buying the products she sold to increase her popularity, but i never knew if she acknowledged this or was too occupied with her career. as i prepared myself for bed and laid my head on my pillow, my thoughts were running with anxiety. what if her team wasn't letting her come home to see her family and friends? what if she wasn't the one writing the letters and she was in danger? what if she had forgotten who i was? i forced myself to take deep breaths, realizing i was being silly. how could she have forgotten her town, her family, and friends who had supported her through the beginning of her career? still, i was skeptical as i tossed and turned, trying to get a wink of sleep. sitting up and knowing sleep would be impossible at this point, i began constructing a new letter to jordan, asking her if she would like to meet up for coffee soon. it wasn't a large gesture, and i didn't know how strict her managing team would be, but hopefully she would be able to join me. an hour had passed, and i had the perfect message to deliver to my friend. my mind was at ease, and i couldn't wait until morning to give the message to her. minutes later, i fell into a deep sleep, and a dream came to mind. jordan and i as young teenagers, were playing a game, complaining about schoolwork, and staying with my family to avoid her own. flashes of the past attacked me in my slumber, and i woke up half past noon. the birds were chirping rapidly, as if trying to tell me something, and i realized the postman was about to take the deliveries for the city, and i almost missed him. i hurried to put on my waistcoat and ran to the post office, letter in hand, before immediately throwing my letter at him. now i just had to wait until jordan replied, if she ever would.
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