Unsent letter #3

Dear You,

My apologies for the continued lack of any handwritten missive winging its way to you across the briny. As I attempted to explain in my most recent clumsily garbled sentences, this is due to a sizeable increase in the amount of conversation I have been indulging in (an entirely unfamiliar concept to me), as well as a general improvement in my finely tuned telepathy skills. Indeed, I am relieved to report that I am now exceptionally telepathetic. I can tell you’re thinking that too.

I promise to set aside some time this week to sit down and pontificate wildly to you about everything and nothing and back again. I may even attempt joined-up handwriting.

Thank you so much for your thoughtful gift of a small writing implement. I was genuinely overjoyed to receive it, as it replaced one I lost some days ago. I have been aching ever since to rediscover the words it might potentially be concealing. I followed the arrows provided, and I now feel whole again.

I can’t promise to reply to you with pages scrawled full of lead scratches, however, since as you know I have a somewhat boisterous approach to scribbling, and I fear that my use of your heartfelt gift may simply wreak havoc with the notepaper. Would you be satisfied with the musings of a leaky fountain pen or a used ballpoint, on the explicit understanding that I promise to throw in the contents of my mind?

Sleep is quite literally calling to me. I must go.

Yours forever,
An Unreliable Witness