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I woke up sweating. That dream had to be the worst nightmare I've ever had. It was daytime by now. It seems like such a short nightmare, but long enough for the sun to come up.

It was 8:50 in the morning. My feet step on to the floor, as I continue to grab my glasses and put them on.

I continue to walk to my bathroom. When the doorbell rings.

"Hmm? Who could that be?" I said aloud. Instead of my daily routine of in the morning almost drowning myself. I went downstairs to my door. And opened it.

"Hello?" I saw a man with brown hair and almost golden eyes he's also some what taller then me. 'Apparently everyone is these days' with a mail man outfit at my door. Strange he usely just put my mail in the mailbox. Even then I still don't check it. How I know he doesn't have a package for me is because...

1). He also just puts it on my porch.

2). He's standing right in front of me with a bunch of mail.

"Um, sorry to bother you sir but I was going to put your mail in the mailbox but it...um seems to be full. So I took it out and...um well..here it is!"

"Thank you!" I say as he continues to give me the mail and leave. I close the door behind me. "Wow guess there are some people who still care!"

I say as I sit on my couch.Just for that today I won't cut myself! Or at least I'll try. Every day just gets harder and harder it feels like this world doesn't want me anymore. I did once think that everything had two meanings but I'm sorry I can't see the other meaning of feeling like this world doesn't need me.

As I go through my mail it's the usual junk mail and vote for me crap. I'm somewhat happy I'm a Country I don't have to pay bills because I don't have a job other then keep my shit together and I already suck at that. "Damn I can't do one job." Well as long as I no one finds out that I cut myself it's I'm...s

Fine.

Then a sertant later caught my eye. It was from the white house! 'Oh god I am  screwed!' How late is this! Why couldn't they just send a email or a text but nooo they had to send a friggin letter! If this is late I'm dead.

I pray that this is one of the new letters I got! All these thoughts rushed to my head as I try to open the letter but for some reason I couldn't open it. "For fucks sake I have super strength and yet I can't open a friggin letter!"

And let me tell you this letter was investable! This thing could survive a hurricane, flood, and a shreader all at once and it would still be perfect! And before you say "why don't you use some  scissors?" Well I thought the same to...it broke the scissors. I tried everything any sharp object I could find in my house you name it!

But then I realized I was approaching this the wrong way. I went my pantry and opened a plastic container that had DON'T OPEN!! DANGEROUS!! WILL KILL YOU!! (not the way you wanna die man!) HASERD!! DON'T EAT!!!!

On it and inside this container was filled with some of  Iggys scones! I got them some time ago and the haven't aged at all. Now that's scary. I took the sharpest one went to the letter and it was still a struggle but I opened it. The letter read:

Dear Alfred,                x/x/xxxx

We would like to have a word with you in Washington D.C please come as soon as you are informed.

Signed,
Mr. President.

Thank God it's one of the newer letters. But what why the president want me to go to D.C? Well only one way to find out were off to D.C!

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Holy shit I am soooooo sorry I haven't published in a while!! Hopefully you enjoying it!