20/08/2026
picture this: you wake up before the rest of the world. it’s sunday morning. you hear the faint sound of chirping birds, the slight whirring of the wind. from the peaceful feeling that washes over you, you just know it’s early. there’s no need to check the time, so instead of your phone you reach for the black envelope. —>
you peek inside. a postcard. the one you’ve been waiting for. finally! you close the envelope and head for the kitchen. —>
tea or coffee? 💭 you ponder only for a moment, the decision is easy. with your full cup and your black envelope you head for the coziest nook in your home. you’re ready. —>
the envelope feels smooth under your thumb; the sticker in the top left corner, velvety. you can’t stop rubbing your finger over it. on it, there’s a few mysterious words out of context from the poem, you’re intrigued. you flip it over and pull out the postcard. on the front: the poem. on the back: the letter. time to devour the words of a delusional optimist.
you finish reading. mmm delightful. charming. satisfied. with a smile on your face you stare into space. you reach for your mug and take a sip but the movement doesn’t register in your brain. it’s too occupied with questions. you grab a pen and a notebook and you jot down your thoughts. everyone starts to wake up now. everything looks the same but it’s not. you feel changed…just a little bit. for the better 🥹💌
xx EVIE (your favourite delusional optimist)
