I walked home after dinner and laid out on my neat bed. I looked over at the draft on desk that I had written for Coco Pommel and thought. Was it crazy? Did she feel the same? Was this all to fast? I had no idea. I closed my eyes as I pondered over it some more. Then suddenly my thoughts became clear and I knew what I had to do. I got up and went over to my desk taking a seat. I dipped my quill, took a deep breath in, and began. As I wrote words flowed harmoniously through my mind. Writing was always easier then talking because my thoughts became collected and clear when I wrote. I set the quill down as I finished and sitting back reading over my words. A smile crept up on my face as I read. It was perfect. I grabbed a stamp and envelope as I addressed the letter. I trotted out of my apartment and walked up to the mailbox. I licked the envelope stuck in the draft and sealed it. Turning it over, I pressed through the mail slot. Now to see her answer.