My darlings,

[birchthor]

It was the dusty old box, back in the left of the closet, on the top shelf. Reaching up on her tip toes she grasps at it a few times before pulling it down. Moving to her couch she curls up, cold naked toes wiggling against her thighs as she runs her fingers over the box lid. Dust seems to glide off with her touch, making her sneeze. Grasping the flaps she quickly opens it and looks inside, a smile gracing her lips.

"Hello old friend, I've missed you."