Something Different

Howard was content with his life. He had people who cared about him and he had a job that paid the bills.

Each morning he went through his routine. He would turn off his alarm, stretch, and go have a shower. Then he would make toast or pancakes and eat this with a large glass of orange juice. After brushing his teeth Howard would head off to work at the local furniture store, "Sofa... So Good".

Each day he would work from nine to five and then return home. There he would make himself supper and sit down to watch the news. Afterwards he always made his lunch for the following day and then spent the evening reading, playing video games, or writing.

Howard wrote poetry. Or at least he tried. He loved reading poetry and always wanted to be able to make something beautiful like that. But no matter how hard he tried his poems always came out the same. It frustrated him but he kept writing poems anyway.

Howard had a good life and he was content... until the day the letter came.