The cat's pretty nice.

I mean, he's good company. Doesn't usually bother me, and he's quite the cute one too. Fluffy, like pancakes.

Little Mongrel sure enjoys the house life.

Not sure I could say that for myself, though.

Being stuck at home for days on end will drive you crazy. I mean, there's literally nothing to do that I've already done, and I can't go outside, because Pa's off looking for work, and…

Basically, I'm bored out of my mind.

Honestly, if I start hallucinating, it's no surprise.

And that's probably why I'm writing to you. To keep myself sane.

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I'm a horrible friend if it's just like that.

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Have you ever tried to just do nothing for hours on end?

Like, just lying down somewhere, windows open and perfectly angled to catch a breeze, and not notice anything?

It's actually quite peaceful. Like you finally found a place to anchor your roaming heart in this world, and nothing can move it.

You should try it sometime. Better yet, I should try it more.

Except it's probably a waste of time, and I'd sleep after a few minutes.

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I need to get used to doing nothing.

It's probably what I'll be doing for the rest of my life.

Regards

Elliot