This is a entry for the contest Illusions of Perfection

I'm entering a lot of contests these days. ==

Poster credits to effℓor℮sc℮nc℮ c:

I finished writing the letter and neatly folded it in half. Standing up, I reached for a blank envelope that was on top of my cabinet. I went back to the table and slid the letter inside. I reached over and gently took a button. I carefully stuck it onto the tip. Flipping the envelope over, I took a hold of my pen again and wrote the address. I smile softly to myself and stood up once again taking the envelope with me. I walked down the stairs to the front door. I slowly turned the knob pulled the door open.

The sky was cloudy and looked as if it was about to rain. A rainy day is it? I sighed and trotted over to the corner of the block where a mailbox stood. I pushed to flap open with my left hand and placed the letter on top of the others. A satisfied smile appeared on my face as I walked back to my house. I opened the door again and went up the stairs to the bedroom. Humming a familiar tune, I strutted over to the opened window which had a view of the whole neighborhood, the mailbox seen in the distance. I watched as the same truck drove by and someone walked out to get the mails.

I knew the same thing was going to happen.

The person was going to take the mails back to the post office.

They'll then start the shipping and mailing.

And I was going to get my letter sent back to my house.

How did I know this?

Because this always happens.

Why?

Because he's gone.