Little Letters

Dear Christmas lights above my bed,
I love you but you are too cozy. You make me want to snooze forever.

Dear Lucky Charms cereal,
You are so yummy. I like you a lot.

Dear the catastrophic mess under my bed,
I have been neglecting you and just as I hypothesized, you got exponentially worse. Dang it. I'll get to you at some point.

Dear weird pain in my left forearm and wrist,
Please be nothing more than temporary.

Dear every professor anywhere,
Please be clear. If you are assigning an open-ended-hippie-dippy-go-your-own-direction-with-this assignment, then say that. If you are assigning something more concrete that you're gonna grade with an iron pen, then give me the rules. I will follow them but you have to tell me what they are. I can't read your mind.

Dear Jessica's dad,
Thanks for buying tacos for me and Jessica today. They were delicious for sure.

Dear hair on my head,
Any chance you're going to wash yourself? No? I see you've been conspiring with my final exams, various projects, and the mess under my bed to break me.

Dear Spotify,
You are confusing. I will delete you if I don't figure you out soon. Although, I did figure out enough to get to a LOT of Avett Brother's music.

Dear Avett Brothers,
Thanks for the company today. You're delightful.

Dear hunky, surfer, future screen writer, Christian guy I sat next to on a plane in August,
Thanks for recommending the Avett Brothers. I hope you're doing fine.

Dear the last few papers,
You don't scare me.