In the quiet space of my room I was writing my last letter. I felt that, because it was my last letter that it should mean something. I presumed that it should differentiate from other letters, and I don’t know why exactly, maybe because subconsciously I desired it to be special. Then again, I had no inspiration at all. I felt like one of those ancient poets who called upon the muses, mythological creatures who would help them to gain strength to write magnificent epic poems. I wasn’t feeling alright that particular day. I guess that it’s true what people say, that breakfast is important. It seems to me that I was one of those people who didn’t find food satisfying. Toto brought me some toast in his mouth. I looked at Toto’s eyes and I didn’t see joy. He was one of those dogs who are all happy, jumping and stuff at the beginning...Toto doesn’t do that anymore, he just slides from one corner to another. Maybe it’s true what people say about dogs and their owners, they gain a certain semblance to each other, which can be seen not only mentally but physically too.
The room was gray and cold as well as my feet. I started writing again, now I start to seek inspiration in my memory and suddenly different images appeared in front of me. While the soft jazz was playing in the background, I wondered why I’m actually writing this letter. So many emotions gathered up in many freakin’ years. The year was 2020. Such a beautiful year, its beauty cannot be described in words, ordinary ink on paper can’t describe beauty nor love. I felt that I have to make that year special, the year 2020 is SPECIAL. I guess that I’m a coward really, or I’m a limited human, selected for great things and I didn’t do any of them. I feel so much regret, and in a way this letter should make me feel better (my shrink thinks so, I’m quite pessimistic, but what the heck, I’ll give it a try). And now I have to start writing my letter, a letter devoted to all my good and bad deeds. It seems to me that one of the muses helped me after all, and that was the muse of lyric poetry, erotic poetry, muse of love- Erato. The first person I wanted to write to is my wife, the love of my life, the woman of my dreams, my lovely W. She’s not with me anymore.
‘’Lovely W.
I want to tell you that I’m fine and that the kids are fine. They discovered a new planet a few decades ago and there are living creatures. People call them ‘Them’ even though the government specifically said that we should call them Sermions because they declare themselves as specific species, friendly and everything. I’m not quite sure that people trust the government or the Sermions, haha, but you know me, I was never into politics. It reminds me when I had to meet your dad before our wedding, he couldn’t stop talking about politics and I nodded on every word he said. I would have nodded on everything just so I could marry you. Anyway, you know me my darling, and I know you remember. Things are going well these days, the kids are great, Neo is a pilot and Jen, well, Jen is trying to get the things together but... I haven’t seen her for a while. Neo told me she left for Sion (the new planet). I guess that she’s fighting for justice as she always did. Even when she was a child, she fought for the depressed ones and she always beat the living hell out of boys who bullied Neo. Anyway, my darling, everything is fine. My legs are still frozen, just like you. The doctors cut them off and kept them for samples and DNA. I’ll get new ones, don’t worry. But it’s funny though, I’m 105 and still alive. Such a funny feeling, my darling! I’ve seen so much and experienced much more. They haven’t found a cure for you yet. It’s ok that you’re frozen, they’ll find a cure I’m sure. I just hope that I won’t wake up one morning and throw everything away...
(‘Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes, no
No, the sunshine never comes’ ) ...the music in the background influenced his state of mind.
The technique they perfected a few decades ago is keeping me alive by cutting off the sick parts of my body and growing new ones from my DNA. They haven’t succeeded to bring back the ones they froze completely because of the epidemic that happened in the year 2021. But honey! Don’t you remember 2020, we were so happy back then. So happy. I’m tired now my darling, I think I’ll lie down a bit. I wrote to you, and I’ll always write to you.
My love,
Truly yours,
Y. ’
Toto brought something in his mouth again, even though he was a robot he was quite silly and I wasn’t sure if he was programmed that way – to make fun of me all the time, or I was simply annoyed with his continuous gifts. This time something strange was is his gray metal mouth. It was the picture of my wife; she was smiling...what a lovely picture I thought to myself. I looked at Toto and saw that every time I miss something, whether it was food or a person, he brings it to me. Well, it was in a form he could find it and I guess that those robot scientists know something after all. Maybe my wife will be with me once again, and again I decided this will not be my last letter. I wrote hundreds of letters, and all of them were supposed to be the last ones. But all of them were special even though they were not the last ones. My life is special too, and I won’t say goodbye to it, not yet.
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